God looks out for babies and fools , you're not a baby .
One time after the coup a local blowhard in the upper village told me I couldn't walk back down the mountain to my village after dark because the government had established a dusk to dawn curfew. Fugg him.
I navigated back home along bush paths by dead reckoning through the forest and past the subsistence plots, no flashlight or lantern. The moon was so bright that night, as it often was there, that your could've read a book by it, and see that the trees were green. Most spectacular of all were the huge cumulus formations, lit up by the moon like mountains in the sky
