When One's Stranded in the City That fun Forgot!
Could not return home today, raison: snow storm! What does one do, besides hitting that lonely Bistro, in a dark ally, in equally dull Hull? That's where I met the lively Insa, Senegal, and we talked. We talked Africa. We spoke Obama. We thought Indigena. We listened to Ziggy. The people you meet on the street; can't beat, that!