So where was I? Oh yes, a bit hung over. Not intentionally but it happened. And I dealt with it. Just about. Mainly by sitting inside watching stuff, avoiding excessive movement and the sun. Then by writing things for this.
It’s been a busy week by and large. I finished school at 2.15 on Friday, got home picked up my suitcases and by 5.15 I was on a plane for Dar es Salaam and the beginning of my half term birthday holiday adventure.
“Beep de be beep, beep de be beep…” The alarm wouldn’t stop when I hit the button, even though I was pressing very, very hard and willing with all of my might for it to stop. It was 7 o’clock on Saturday morning and we needed to get up to get ferry tickets because that was the day we were going to Zanzibar.
I had been sharing a hot, humid room with a partially functioning air conditioning unit at Mongolia’s house with Vicki. As she went off to clean up in the bathroom, I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but failed miserably. Mongolia (An American, real name Joyce, but forever to be known as Mongolia because she lived there and that was what she was introduced as) stumbled into the room to say hello. It was clear that she was still a little hung over if not still drunk. And just wearing a towel. She pointed out that we needed to wake the boys and head across the compound to Emma’s house where the others would be waiting for us. I said I would do it, but Mongolia got there first, scrambling upstairs on all fours and announcing that she knew where at least one of them was. Luckily nothing was flashed during that scramble. I suspected that Phil had perhaps managed to find himself a lady so went into the room to wake James… But instead of finding James it was Phil, his face bleeding, passed out on the bed.