28.01.10:
</object
I woke up in the morning wearing all my clothes, with hardly any recollection of the night before and Mike Tyson's pet tiger in the room with me.
After returning the tiger to Mr. Tyson, I tried to find out from Felia what the hell happened last night. I won't go into details, but I'm quite astounded that my new friends didn't stuff me in a taxi to Mosul wearing a sandwich board that read “I'm American & Mohammed Sucks”. Sam popped around later and Londa came home for a bit of sheesha for lunch. It was nice to know that everyone feeling just as seedy as me. I didn't think I should head off just yet, my body would have protested too much, and what's an extra day in the grand scheme of things?
Londa's landlord would be coming around for an inspection later, so I had to decamp to Sam's gaff (CouchSurfing being frowned upon by the powers that be). There I sat and watched Big on the movie channel and wistfully reminisced about the good ol' days before Sam slapped me out of my reverie and I found myself invited for a meal at the local Italian restaurant. Mmm… something other than kebab! I jumped at the chance… variety truly is the spice of life.
I loaded myself up with Lasagne (yeah, and Garfield got me drinking coffee too) and totally bonded with Sam – a fellow wayfarer in this big old world, he's travelled to many of the places that I've been over the last thirteen months and his life has been one adventure after another. Like me, he doesn't give a damn about money, security or what tomorrow will bring – life's too short. Why did he take this job in Iraq? Because he hadn't been here before. That's what I like to hear.
The comfort and the joy of feelin' Lost.
That night, we called back around at Londa's to watch Egypt kick Algeria's ass 4-0 to gain a place in the final of the African Cup of Nations. Go Egypt!! They face Ghana in the final, and as much as I like Ghana, I want Egypt to win… but how any African can afford to stay in Angola (the most expensive nation on Earth) for more than five minutes is beyond me. That's possibly why all the stadia are empty. Who's organising this event? Virgin Trains?
