A tall tale?

On the shores of the river Polangi in the village of Maraging, my shoes were smeared with chicken blood and I dined on whole frogs and tuba. In between, I played Schubert.

A tall tale? Actually, no. That was what happened this morning. I'm rushed for time on this computer, so if you're interested in the full explanation, please check back in a week, by which time I hope to have posted the entire travelogue to MFTP's website.