It’s hotter than…I don’t even know what. But I don’t like
it. At least I get to leave to go back to Cape Town tomorrow. I don’t know how
people survive it here…I don’t know how I did it when I used to come here when
I was younger. Ooh wait. I do. I would watch tv all day and all night long. And
I had other people my age around. This is just plain torture.
I should have said yes to Uncle Dini when he asked if I
wanted any pot. He said he would get some for me. My stupid self said no. I did
spend the majority of today feeling hung over as fuck though. The heat didn’t
help at all either. No AC, no fan, no breeze from outside. Did I mention it was
torture?
Off to Cape Town tomorrow…I need to force myself to sleep
on the bus since I get in at 7am. And well…I could take a nap when I get there,
but either way, its party time. Akyere mentioned a braai. It’s one of those
bring your own meat/booze. That could be fun. Not sure what Adoko is doing, but
I may be up for a few different things.
On Wednesday I need to go around and get people their
presents…I should probably write a list.
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