Big country, very hot, amazing storms when it rains. Yup, stuck here for another week courtesy of work. Thankfully, the people are amazing. Probably the friendliest I’ve ever met outside of Newcastle (not that I’m biased).
Thing is, there’s not a lot to do in the evenings unless you want to hit bars all the time. And that involves money. Of which I have none. Thankfully there’s satellite telly, and the Africans love their football! Hasn’t been a night this week without a match on.
As my friends will tell you, I’m a notoriously fussy eater. Amazingly, I’ve been OK here this time. Last time I came, I gave up eating after I was served a prawn curry. I don’t like seafood… I don’t like curry. I was living on biscuits.
Instead this time, I’m surviving on a bag of fruit chews I bought at Manchester airport. Only I’m finding that I’m sharing them with some teeny spiders that have managed to get into the wrappers. Little sods – they’re *my* sweets!
Anyway, home on Saturday morning (overnight flight) and I can’t wait. It’s nice over here, but you can’t beat home… with broadband!