Internet shminternet (7.02.10 9pm)

So I went all the way to the Sarit centre to go to Java and use their internet, but it turned out that their internet wasn't working. Argh!!! So I had a wander around, I went to the health food shop and bought sunflower and pumpkin seeds, and muesli. They were all rather overpriced, but muesli is expensive everywhere and they had it in big tubs which meant I only had to buy a little bit, just for occasional mornings. And the seeds I haven't really been able to find anywhere,
except in huge bags or still in their husks. Anyway, boring. I bought them to have with rice, mmm, seedy rice. I haven't had it for ages. So I was going to have seedy rice and garlicy mushrooms for dinner, but then I felt really queasy so I only had plain rice instead. So, anyway, I
also had a look around the bookshop and found several books I want to buy. I might buy them before I go home, depends on if I have the money left. I wrote down what they were anyway.

So yeah, I ended up in Java, and I ordered food cos I felt like splashing out, on a salad. I know, doesn't sound incredibly awesome, but I haven't had a decent salad for ages. It was a greek salad, with feta and olives and a blue cheese dressing which was divine. Yums. Java was busy, so I ended up sitting with another lady who came to sit at my table. I was doing my Uganda accounts at the time, so that in case their internet started working I could email it to Humphrey. Glad it didn't in the end as I then spent another hour trying to work it out this evening, so that it wasn't so confusing with my allowance money as well. I managed it in the end, but it took a while. Things didn't add up right so I had to go through the receipts twice, and then I realised I'd forgotten to put the Kenyan taxi fare on as well as a couple of other bits, and all was well with the world. I still ended up with very little left but it doesn't matter so much if I'm going to be paid for the work
I do tomorrow.

Oh, I do ramble don't I. Anyway, the lady who sat down at my table was a 40something lady possibly from Iran, I never actually asked. Once I'd put the laptop down and started eating we struck up a conversation and it was really nice. We were chatting for over an hour, and we probably both stayed longer because of it. She's here in Nairobi having just accepted a years contract for this NGO, but she's not really looking forward to it now as while she was here about 4 months ago she was burgled in the place she was staying. She was actually in bed at the time. It sounded quite frightening, although they didn't have weapons and they didn't hurt her at all. Such a shame though. Anyway, we chatted about burglaries, and when I told her about the one we had at Cavendish she asked which part of London. When I said Harringay she told me about a news story that she'd heard in the run up to Christmas where all the wreaths and outside decorations had been stolen from a whole street of houses. Somehow more amusing than actually breaking into people's houses. So yeah, evidently she's lives in England, in London somewhere near to south crowdon but I can't remember the name of it. But she's lived in Juba for a few years, in Nairobi for 10 years, but left in the 80s I think she said, and I have no doubt that she's lived many other places as well. She'd been flat hunting for a place to stay while she works in Nairobi this time, but was finding it so difficult she had a flat hunting headache. Not surprising. I think it was nice for her to have someone to chat to, and I hope I helped ease her stress even in a
small way.

Anyway, I'm still writing updates, and will attempt to send them in order when I finally get to use the internet. I was going to watch a film, namely the Core because Sean's a geologist and was talking about it (how bad a film it was) but I quite enjoy bad films so it made me remember that I wanted to watch it. We did discuss how some bad films are funny, but this was just awful, but I think he just thinks that because he's a geologist, in the same way that we archaeologists get annoyed with films that feature awful archaeology. Although I may have laughed during the most recent Indy film it was a laugh of pain and the use of alternative theories in such a way. Hmmm, I really do need to do this alternative arch idea as a dissertation. *has ideas*

So yes, I was going to watch a film, but now it is nearly 10pm so I might as well just get ready for bed. I've been wanting to go to sleep since I got back from westlands at about 4pm, but managed to find enough things to keep me occupied, although the only person I saw was french guy Oogo (Hugo) very briefly, and his English is not perfect. It's fairly good in itself, but his accent is so strong that I often have to get him to repeat things.

Right then, I shall pretend you are actually going to be able to read this tonight and say goodnight!
xxx