Adventures
April, 1980
We are tearing through the rainy murk of an equatorial African night, six of us stuffed into a steamy Fiat safari wagon. The vehicle's straining suspension slams again and again onto the slick, rutted road, jarring whole sections of our bodies loose from their intended positions. A team of aggressively nonchalant Italian mechanics fills the front seat, two shouting instructions at the third, who is driving and who cannot possibly see ten yards beyond the hood. The wagon's rear spaces are crammed...
