My Lobster Hell.

4th Feb 2005. NKT.

I have managed to persuade Tiff that me giving her my battery is not the ideal solution to her exploded bike. Phew!

I may have inadvertently given the impression that three months in Nouakchott is a waking nightmare. A living hell. The Worst Thing In The World. A daily piledriver to the cranium of ennui, filth, loathsomeness and despair. Today's agenda was as follows:
1. Get up at 11 for breakfast on the verandah.
2. Have lunch.
3. Siesta.
4. Ride down to the weekly motocross event next to the beach with my new mates.
5. Eat lobster and drink beer until 2am with English and German people who are gagging to listen to Black Sabbath all night.

It doesn't seem quite so bleak now there's an end in sight.