I was the last holdout. One by one my MSF compatriots dragged their beds out of their hot tukuls to sleep under the stars. Finally, it was either join them or spend another restless night marinating in my own sweat.
It was glorious, a cool breeze, moonlight. I listened to my music (to block out the sound of the Zimbabwe crying) and looked at the stars. I even imagined I saw the Big Dipper but I think that is not possible from where I am. Obviously, I know nothing about astronomy. I would google "Big Dipper, sky, equator" or something like that, but we have no Internet.