Had a bunch of stuff to get done today, but as usual, I neglected my duties and proceeded to faff about instead. That’s a little unfair, I did make it back to the port with my money for the ticket, and I also got a shave (much needed, I can tell you) and spent AGES in a bookshop looking for something that I haven’t read but would quite like to. In the end I plumbed for “The Wizard of the Nile”. Imagine my disappointment when I found out it wasn’t a Dungeons N’ Dragons style Choose-Your-Own-Adventure book, but a hard-hitting account of the life and times of Joseph Kony, that fruitloop who’s been waging war in Northern Uganda for the best part of two decades.

Bah.

After lunch (more curry!), I headed back to Dylan’s place and I tried to get on with my work, but instead spent far, far too long video-chatting to my girlfriend on my marvellously new and installed copy of Skype. After Dylan got back from a bit of afterschool Kite-Surfing (in THAT water? He must be barking), we proceeded to head out on a mission, which culminated in us gate-crashing his friend’s digs for a few civilised drinks. I say civilised, because the whole evening got a lot less civilised soon after. Dylan and his mate dragged me (not exactly kicking and screaming) to a casino, and we whiled away a couple of hours playing Blackjack with half the Chinese population of East Africa. Jealous that I wasn’t getting any free drinks, I decided to throw a few quid in the bin BECAUSE THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS. I just tried to make sure that my free drink quota was roughly comparable to how much money I lost.

Afterwards, Dylan and I headed out to a nightclub and I decided that I simply wasn’t drunk enough. I managed to rectify the situation fairly quickly and the Beer Vortex wrapped me up in its amber glow as I danced like a dancing sifaka until I could dance no more.