Saturday 11th, part two
(Sorry, spacing has gone peculiar !)
Continued:
After lunch I did my laundry and put the cotton trousers and a shirt over the balcony to dry; smalls I discretely pegged onto the burglar bars in my room …. after all, there are at least four (presumably) celibate priests living here.
A bit more typing; downloaded photos taken so far; then the washing was dry (30 minutes !) so I folded it, and then phoned for Morris and his tuk-tuk. (As I am typing this at 8 in the evening, I think I must be going nuts … I'll swear I heard a lion grunting – but the nearest lions must be in the Mara Masai reserve, about 150 km away at least. Odd).
Morris came and took me to Mega City Nakumatt ! A big supermarket and shopping complex. I know there is an internet cafe there, and I also want to buy some super-glue somewhere, for I broke the arm off my specs in the bus on the way here. Good job I have a spare pair, but if I broke those as well … I found the internet cafe (not the one we used last year with the Arabic keyboards !) but a posh new one, alas without the ice cold drinks. But it was a good idea to have typed the emails, my blog, etc. on my laptop first, as I only had to load them up. I found several internet friends in UK were online, so we had a chat. When we lived here in the 1960's/70's, the turn around time for airmail was about three weeks; nowadays you chat in real time. Superglue was not to be found in the supermarket, but at their help-desk a very nice lady told me to go to Moto Bootik (spelling as she wrote it !) It turned out to be a shop selling car spares … but they had superglue. Thank you Motor Boutique ! Oh and the mango fruit ice cream from Nakumatt that I had was good.
… there it is again … a lion roar … coming from somewhere near the lake … very strange …
Sitting on a damp towel, typing in the all together means I have had to spray myself with Deet against mozzies. So that adds to the general sweatiness … and the max/min thermometer downstairs shows a max temperature today of 35.1 C. That's not warm; thats blooming hot !
I forgot to add that Morris doesn't work Sundays, so he has got a friend called Tobias with a tuk-tuk to come for me at 9.30 to take me to St Stephens … the Anglican cathedral church. I'm not sure if its an English service though … I think I might have made a mistake and its the Swahili one … but never mind … it will suffice.
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