Today is very relaxed, the day begins with another startling display of the weather around these parts, exactly a week (almost to the minute) after the last really thunderous show. This time the sky is even darker, and the rain even heavier. I imagine this is how Doomsday will probably begin. The weather is quite apt as, looking out the window, I listen to the BBC World Service's coverage of Remembrance Sunday from Whitehall.
I guess I will have to prepare for a few more days like this very shortly- there's only one thing wetter than a Scottish winter, and that's a Scottish summer, but the winter's are bad enough. Listening or watching things you have experienced so many time back home is always a little strange, when you are watching the same thing somewhere else. I guess it also underlines the fact that even though you are away, life is very much going on where you know it best.
I have a laugh with C about the events of the preceding day. She reminds me how I took one of the left over palm leaves from the ceremony and proceeded to give her a "White man's top 25 uses for a Palm leaf" over the course of the rest of the night. Don't think i quite managed 25. So many stories from yesterday.
Sipping on my beer, I witness more doom and gloom at "Freeze". People in Cameroon love their Lager, and beer trucks are almost as common as taxis. The bars open as early as anything else does, and there is always at least one person sitting at nearly every one when I start my morning's journey. The two big sellers are Castel and Export 33. The former is doing brisk business now as you can instantly win another bottle by checking under the lid for a symbol. Doing this is great fun, but I've only won once. The bottles here are big 650ml bruisers-anything else is for pansies.
Tuborg, Amstel, Mutzig and Bueaforth are the other contenders. Another one called Pelworth is the most expensive and is only ever mentioned in hushed tones. I have only seen it on an aged posted, and still am not entirely convinced about it's existence- a bit like Nessie and the Three Legged Haggis. If you don't like the Amber nectar, the other choices are reasonably limited. You can buy yourself the same size bottle of "Gin Tonic", or "Whisky Black". Now things get really serious. Both weigh in at 8.5%, and seem to start affecting your legs first, which is nuisance for walking home. Be warned!
My day is almost complete finishing off some prep work for tomorrow's lesson. Who would have thought copying and increasing in size a map would be so difficult? Australia, Indonesia, and (i'm ashamed to say) the UK, have caused all the problems this time around. Must be an island thing. Each one is grotesquely mis-shaped or quite a bit a way from where it should be. Here's me telling them everything on a map is to scale as well. It's the universe next week. What cosmic damage can I oversee for that?
I go through the contents of the first aid box in case I ever need to help myself in an emergency. There's quite a selection on display (C's daughter in law is a German Doctor). Not really sure that the rat poison should be in there, though. C intends to use it to "fix" a rather troublesome mouse that is behind on the rent, and not using the sofa properly. Feet down!
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