Brad and Angelina...I feel your pain.
The benefit of that? Whenever I go for a run in camp - If anything were to happen - if I fell or tripped - I have fifty men that are watching out for me and could come to the rescue and get me any medical attention.
The bad? I have 50 men watching me as I run past their window. And at least 5 people that I run into on my way to/from supper ask me how my run was. Urgh. Once I would just like to do something without the entire world knowing about it. Or at least the entire town of Tamatave.
How am I going to handle my non-celebrity status when I go back to Canada and I'm not watched every where I go?!?
This blog was gettting too deep - I just had to put a random and stupid complaint in here.