It's A Bloody Aardvark!

Took a funny turn last night, waking up and and lying there feeling very rough for an hour. This culminated in a quick dash to the toilet for a "Wallace" (and Grommit). Apologies to those of a weak disposition. Promptly felt fine and went back to sleep. Most peculiar.

All sorts going on in the neighbourhood today, with sounds coming from every direction. Across the road, there's a drum 'n' choir rehearsal occurring in a shed. There's some singing noises eminating from the side of the hill, though I can't see where from. The church is probably the loudest, but they're getting extra special help in keeping me awake. Over the music, Suzanne tells me it's never too late to save myself. "Does this apply to everyone, including Catholics?" I reply.

Pop down to the Internet, having to step over what looks like the world's biggest rat in the process, if indeed it is a rat, lying dead on the road. It must be top five at least. I don't mean big as in European rat big. I mean big as in the size of a cat. I describe it to the family when I get back, and they tell me it's either a mole or a dog.

I think I'm the only person in the Cyber Cafe not participating in the Don Williams singalong. The artists do vary from time to time, but our Don is the house favourite. He's from Brechin, you know. People here just start singing whenever they feel like it- all very spontaneous.

Laughed out of the pub following the football by what must be the Buea Town Liverpool Supporters Club. "Come Back" they shout in unison as I wing my way out the door at the end. Scoundrels, one and all. Naturally check my wallet and my shoes are still there as I make good my escape.

We have our first guest staying and, unsurprisingly, she is from Germany. Dorothy is here to climb the mountain, as most of the tourists who come here do. Wouldn't like to be doing it now. It will be pretty wet and cold up there. Hope she does OK.