Jan 262009
 

This morning I awoke at 4 AM in Stone Town, Zanzibar, to the crowing of an urban rooster. I’m always amazed that no matter where I go, the roosters speak the same ridiculous Roosteranto. They sound like old men at a roller-skating party.

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