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Hi everyone, Here's the latest update, it will be a joint effort between the both of us! I start writing this sitting at the office in work, looking at the blazing sun outside. The reason I can write this is that there is a strike at the hospital! As I understand it, the staff (from top to bottom) haven't been paid a contractually obliged increase in their salary for the last few years, some as far back as 2004. This is despite filling in a 30 page document each ...
... all, obviously confident something would somehow appear.
As chance will have it, I had a drop of whiskey in my room, so he was right, there it was. We shared a friendly drink, me and this intriguing man from Angola, Jake was his name, and I'd have loved to have heard his story but he disappeared as fast as he came - oh well, maybe that is his story...
Today another long walk to the train station. It is time to start thinking of ...
... again. Thanks to the generator I can write this, there is of course no regular electricity here, nor running water for that matter, but it is a wonderful place to be.
The rain has come, by the way, and thunder and lightning and I can imagine Dennis doesn't want us in tents tomorrow.
It's the day after tomorrow today and we have been through a lot of if's and but's because of the weather. Yesterday we visited a school at a place called Mpongo and had such ...
... the jagged outcrops of Lundean’s Nek Pass. As majestic as the sunset was, the unfortunate reality was that the remainder of the drive would have to be completed in the dark, contravening Rule #1 of the road-tripping Africa handbook.
As we neared Rhodes we had three objectives*:
1. Don’t hit anything on 4 legs (or 2)
2. Find somewhere to camp
3. Locate a pub airing the Man Utd vs Chelsea game
*Disclaimer: I think you ...
... to see the beach in Cintsa East.
Life on the beach was as perfect as life in Cintsa: it was Saturday morning and everyone was out running, walking their dogs, and a few brave people were even daring enough to go in the chilly water. We didn't do any of those things, but still enjoyed walking barefoot in the sand and dipping our toes in the surf before lumbering back to the car and hitting the road once again.