Natal

This hungover slug has come to a grinding halt in Natal where life is just too pleasant to continue. Living in a castle, chilling on the beach and hanging out with a mad Danish author.

You forget that you are living in such a paradise, but every so often you are pulled back to irreality. Like this morning after doing some laundry (I told you travelling is fun) I was hanging the clothes out to dry and I get this strange feeling that I am being watched. I turn around and sitting on the wall behind me is a small monkey, looking at me as if to say "what the hell are you doing" whilst chewingly contentedly on a mango he has just plucked from the adjacent tree. We have a bit of a chat and I return to partake in breakfast on the veranda.

The only other thing of import to say is that in one weeks time I shall be getting on a 747 and crossing the Atlantic at 700mph, ending what has been without doubt the best 360 days of my life.