the adlards

… suddenly, inexplicably (?), people start calling you “baba” (“father” in Zulu for those of you not local). “Hello baba, what can I do for you?” at reception; “Bye baba!” at the parking exits at Cavendish; “OK baba” when I don’t-want-to-buy-one-thank-you.

Oh dear. I saw a very nice vintage replica Vespa that I think I should be riding.

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