[8/9/07 TANA Dear John, There are tenacious little elves in my gut, pinching at my intestines with pliers. They work on semi-regular intervals. For a while, they had me running upstairs to the toilet every 30 minutes. Now it’s more like every hour or so. Such a predicament is unavoidable, I suppose, when you’re traveling in a place where you must boil the water to drink it. If that is the case, then I am truly lucky, since the twisting and pinching of my stomach started just when I got off the plane here in Tana this morning. Detail that makes me slightly unlucky: no TP in the restroom at the airport. But it was a quick taxi ride, thank the Lord (and the elves).]
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