Day 165: Peace, Inc.
With nowt to do, I got up late and headed over to Café Sophia for a beer and to read a book. I got chatting (and playing cards with) a…
Day 164: Bar Trekkin’
Mito tracked me down in the morning and we went for a walk along Praia beach, and made our way to Kappa for a drink. There we met a German…
Day 163: A Midsummer Night’s Mare
Today passed as if in a dream. I spent the entire day at Café Sophia reading a book, waiting for something to happen. It didn’t. I was worried that if…
Day 162: Ploughing On
Was hoping for some good news today, but got none. The Micau is actually going to leave Sal and come here to Santiago, which saves me a trip, but also…
Day 161: The Return of Little Al
Woke up at Piran’s place only to discover that over the last two nights he had been sleeping on the floor in the lounge having given me his bed. I…
Day 160: Getting The Hell Out Of Here
This morning I woke up at Piran’s place with a little bit of a hangover. (Those pints last night were actually litres.) Piran loaned me a T-shirt, so at least…
Day 159: Habeas Corpus
On Monday morning, Captain Mbeye and I were taken away with four others. We (typically) weren't told were they were taking us, but it turned out to be the courthouse,…
Day 158: It Gets Worse
I would find out later that my parents sussed out where I was being held and spent all day yesterday trying to phone me, but it wasn't until my fifth…
Day 157: The Call
We had now hit the fourth day of my illegal incarceration on the island of Santiago. I had been held beyond the 24-hour limit of Habeas Corpus, and even beyond…
Day 156: There’s No Night Out In The Jail
I felt like one of the ‘victims' of the Milgram experiment. Only I wasn't pretending. I was given no change of clothes, there was no shower and by now it…