Purple. Candy Hearts. I missed the Rainbow Trail.
Boy, you can say that again.
It’s almost eight o’clock in the morning and I’m
playing Candyland with a Dutchman at a hotel bar in Lilongwe. You’ve never
heard of Lilongwe, I know. It’s the capitol of Malawi. Maybe you’ve never heard
of Malawi; that’s okay too- it’s lost in that thin murky section of Africa.
We’re drinking bad gin and killing time. What do the Dutchman, the bad gin and
Candyland have in common? A flood, a political insurrection and a lot of bad
luck.
