Radio Mano, Papa Tzango.

Yunho Laboulo

Hello, Patriots. I'm back. Sorta, sort of back. Those of you who do not subscribe to my

sub-stack, probably are wondering what the fuck happened to that guy Chris who

used to show up once a week or so with some obscure political ranting, some

half-baked ideas, some awkward conversation involving bodily functions or his

van or whatever else is going on. You're probably wondering where is that guy?

Or maybe you're not wondering. Maybe it's one of those things that just disappears

and you don't notice it until it's back. Hey, I'm back. Kind of. Anyway, those of you

who subscribe to sub-stack, no, because I published a little blog thing a week or

so ago explaining what's been going on. Here's the gist of it. I travel around the

world 11 months, three continents evading that COVID. COVID couldn't find me,

COVID couldn't catch me. And I even got to the point where I thought I probably

had COVID. I mean, fuck, maybe I have had COVID. I don't. It's a mysterious fucking virus,

I'll tell you. We were in Georgia and I woke up one day feeling weird. Like my eyes were

kind of crusty. You know, you wake up. It's like you got salt in your eyes. And I felt

like I had allergies. Like I was sneezing and my nose was running. It was kind of weird.

And anyway, we went for a hike. That was the day we hiked up to this church up in the

Caucasus mountains. And there was no shade. It was pretty miserable for an Irish guy.

It was just like pure sun. And we got a late start, of course. So it was like midday.

And yeah, I was pretty miserable. But we did it. You know, I didn't feel great, but I didn't

feel horrible. And then a few days later, Alhanya started feeling really bad, bad enough that

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