Excluding the occasional breakdown we rarely find ourselves stationary, however whenever we do, we often develop a severe case of cabin fever. Today was no different.
With the end of the trip becoming – for the first time – a reality we had begun to consider how best to recoup the small fortune that we’d left scattered throughout the African countryside. Matt, being one step ahead of the majority, was currently battling against the hands of time in order to lodge a job application prior to the midnight cut off date.
With the weather closing in once again and plagued by an intermittent internet connection we reluctantly settled in for the the long haul with moral akin to a tethered gypsy. So to cheer ourselves up we bought a couple of fish and spent the evening huddled around a damp bar in the company of a group of American students. Having consumed a number of cold beers we felt it was time to spread the native word and duly led an impromptu class on the beauty of English slang.
In honour of our time together; lets get snifty you binners.



