Waking up with a sore throat. Running nose. People outside wearing thick winter coats. Shivering Norwegians. Putting on a warm sweater. Woollen socks. Dreaming of a blanket to wrap myself up in.
Yes, I am still in Cameroon. Yes, it is cold. Not all the time. As the dry season is arriving (almost a month too late), it gets hotter during the days, but at night and in the mornings, my boyfriend's woolen slippers from Mongolia are often to be found on my feet.
Kristoffer og Sine i Brasil
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