19th Feb 2005. Bamako.

Christ!

I move into the Catholic Mission, which is quiet and Jesusy. Doug's back from the UK with spare parts (unfortunately for an entirely different motorcycle) which means we can continue the important work we started in Senegal in the field of alcohol experimentation.

Yesterday we went to the Ghanaian Embassy for visas and met the ex-UK ambassador. We had a chat about the curry situation in Tooting. He was very nice but he didn't spoil us.

I think last night, after a few stickies with Doug in the Grand Hotel, I may have harangued the nuns about the futility of organized religion. Might just keep my head down today.