

All this time though, I had been unsuccessful in making contact with Ivorian cousin in order for him to pick me up. So when it came time to disband, we decided to try and find my home (since I had the address) and someone had a GPS. Right! Try as we may we couldn’t find the location, let alone the house, and my cousin was still not answering the phone.
I just ended up going back to the campus where the guys were staying. Forty-eight hours and I’m yet to return home. Goodness, I needed a hot refreshing bath!
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