No I am not going to tell you a story about how one of these urban farmers managed to make millions from selling smoked fish and now runs an NGO for street children in Dakar. I am of course, talking about myself. I hope I am not jinxing it, but somehow, against all of the odds after being here nearly three months I have managed to avoid diarrhea. I have even managed to avoid its less ugly little sister: upset or queasy tummy. Actually I have been traveling for four months and have either had an incredible streak of good luck or my stomach has turned to iron. I wonder how long my iron stomach streak will last.
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