So today I asked Henry for a spitroast, but Jenna wasn't too happy. Gutted! But for food, Christine cooked us burgers, sausages and kebabs to celebrate July 4th! Nice!
We spent the rest of the day playing games and sunbathing. I even had time to write lyrics to our song - 'dont worry be happy'. Here are some the lyrics..
This is a song from all of us
About our trip on Henry's bus
Dont worry, be happy
He doesn't like to call his truck a bus
And if you do, its 10 press up
Dont worry, be happy
Our night in Kumbu camp was a really big hit
But some dodgy cooking gave us the shits
Dont worry, be happy
Henry cooks us food like those yummy chipattis
Without the fun and games we'd be such big fattis
Dont worry, be happy
Canada, England, Argentina and Wales
We're the best ever fuck truck on African Trails
Dont worry, be happy
We went to Navasha where Matt got laid
If it wasn't for Henry, he would have paid
Dont worry, be happy
And by now I've got Henry shouting "I like, high five" every time he sees me! When you see an african saying that, its the funniest thing ever. LEGEND!





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