Day 266: Anglin’ Fer Angola
5am! Are you having a laugh? The bus didn’t leave until nine!! I could have had a good lie-in, although this will form the pattern of the next week of…
Day 265: Hen’s Teeth
I returned to the Angolan embassy, fingers and toes crossed. I hung about for an hour or so before somebody came to help me. I was taken into the back…
Day 264: Visas and Viruses
Okay. Today was my DAY OF ACTION. I headed down to the Angolan embassy first thing in the morning, armed with my passport my old visa, my letter of invitation,…
Day 263: Why Fool Yoda Is
Today was another DVD-fest, a Hitchcock triple-bill (The Trouble With Harry (Crap), Topaz (Good) and Marnie (Okay)) culminating in Michael and I watching James Dean chew the scenery like a…
Day 262: The Dirty Stop-out
A great lie-in was interrupted by my desire to watch as many of Alex’s DVDs as possible before I had to leave. So I camped on the couch and watched…
Day 261: A Hard Day’s Night
So… after two days, I finally got to the Angolan Embassy and found out that there was a chance - an outside chance - that I could get a new…
Day 260: Heroes Day
Today is Angolan Heroes Day, so the Embassy was closed. Looks like I’m going to be here for the weekend...Not that I’m complaining. I need a few days of R&R…
Day 259: England Expects
First thing, I headed off to Kinshasa over the River Congo, escorted on and off the boat by British Embassy Officials. I’m taking no chances. Now in Kinshasa – “The…