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Look at the good Swede - life vest of course!

Next morning we had breakfast on a little hill overlooking the lake.

Say hi to Mr Kongoni. This Kongoni was weird. More or less tame growing up with humans that owned the house we stayed at.

He ran around our breakfast table, doing laps. Lap after lap after lap. Round and around and around us. Totally disturbed.
