17/12/2010

A terrible mozzy-infested sleep left us with bites and absolutely caning from the three days of walking. We travelled back to Blantyre where we prepared for crossing the border to Mozambique, changing kwacha for mozam meticals.

We met a British guy from the Lake District and spent the day with him, endulging in some kebab and chips of a road-side stool for less than a squid. Ended up playing some cards whilst admiring the fruit bats flying up above and some crap band at the bar. Got chatted up by Innocent, the guy who annoyed me there a week before whilst watching the yids! He invited some local girls over and we all went out to some club.

The thing was as nice as they were, we explained we had little money and they stitched me up, as they insisted they had no change for the taxi and that the club was more expensive to get in that it was. So to cut it short, they robbed me of about four quid....

Club was interesting, a guy who looked like KFC's Colonel Sanders was about 60 and dancing with a presumable local prozzy. That was good fun to watch along with all the black girls with huge bootys loving themselves in front of the big mirrors. Another person who looked like Dappy from N-Dubz was asking Jack for money. They are all such scamming b******s! Innocent took us back to his crib to show us his home. As a prosecutor, I was expecting him to be more well-off but it was a very small house. His sofa, tv and music system were all in one crammed room where his brother was sleeping on the floor. His home pretty much existed of two rooms and the sad thing was, that's a guy in a half decent job. You can imagine what the majority of the population have to live in....