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(Posted 04:51:11 on 21st September 2007 by Rag)
Now, where did I leave you? Oh yes, in a hotel room in Kenya. Well, to cut a long story short I made it to Johannesburg and out onto the holiday. Didn't have internet connection (nor did I really want one) so haven't updated any blogs since then.

All I can say is that I had the best holiday ever. I still can't believe the variety of animals we saw and some of the photos I managed to take. Massive thanks to Kenton for recommending this place. Rather than bore you with the details here, I kept a little log of what went on and have posted it with the pictures. Click here to see the pictures and notes from the safari.

I'm currently back home at the in-laws and have just picked up the little one. It's great to see him again and I can play with him whilst uploading the photos to the site.

Next stop is my parents ...... Lets have a quick look at the agenda ....... yep, it's back to beer and rugby (seems to be a running theme here). If memory serves, tomorrow is England against Samoa. Hopefully we will put on a better show than we did against South Africa, but I'm not holding my breath. Instead I shall hold a pint!
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Nairobi-Wan Kenobi

(Posted 14:32:52 on 15th September 2007 by Rag)
Well, this was going to be a very funny entry based on the witty title I’ve come up with, however things have gone (how we say in the trade) “tits up” since I last wrote. My journey back to Johannesburg is through Nairobi, hence the idea behind the title, however, I was never intending to enter Kenya as I only had a two hour transfer window. That was until my flight leaving Lagos was delayed by three hours.

So I’m in Nairobi for “wan” day as there are no other flights today. I’m on a 7:30am flight tomorrow morning that gets into Johannesburg at 10:40 which is going to make it difficult to connect to my 10:30 flight to the safari. I asked if they had a faster plane, but they really didn’t get the joke. I have to be honest, I felt sorry for the folks on the Kenya Air missed flights desk. The queue was about an hour long when I get there. The staff were great, I have to say, pity they have to do the job they are there for. It would seem more efficient to run the planes on time.

Anyway, all is well as I’ve spoken to the people running the little puddle jumper in the morning and there’s another one that leaves about 1:30. Barring another three hour delay, we should be in time to catch that one.

Now, one thing I need to do is map out this journey when I get back. I’ll try and do some whizzy thing where the plane flies over the map to show the route as it’s not exactly logical. If you were going to do this trip, you wouldn’t do it the way I’ve done it. Even I can see that now, so I’ll know better next time. I’ve not just done a loop round Africa, I’ve done an up/down then loop. By the time I get back I will have done 11 flights. At least the next trip will be on air miles.

Hopefully I’ll get to take a photo of something interesting in Kenya. In the meantime, they’ve put me up in this really trendy hotel, but rather than take an interesting photo, I thought I’d take on of the light / phone ensemble. (As I don’t think I’ve taken a photo of a light before).
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Stunning isn’t it!

I have four and a half hours before I get picked up for my flight in the morning. I’ve ordered a pizza in my room which will hopefully be here soon so I can decide whether to go to sleep or not (which, given that I want an hour in the morning to grab a shower and all that seems like it’s hardly worth it).

Fingers crossed for tomorrow – or later today really.
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Plug

(Posted 01:09:57 on 14th September 2007 by Rag)
Not an article about that fine, upstanding, young man of the Bash Street Kids, but rather an analysis of electrical sockets.

But first, lets start with last night. Went to a fantastic (local??) Lebanese restaurant - good food, great time. Now, I know there are those amongst you who think/know that good wine is wasted on me. Well, let me assure you, you have nothing to worry about here. We had what I was assured was the “good stuff” which normally bothers me because I'm really not that much of a connosseur. Not knowing much about wines, I can't really describe it properlly, but let me say that the first taste in your mouth was unbelievably fruity - like a very suggary Ribena. Then the back taste on your throte was like sulphuric acid .... no, maybe more like diesel. Honestly, I only managed two bottles of the stuff before having to go back onto the beers.

Thinking about it this morning, I think “good stuff” probably relates to its paint stripping qualities. My guess is that if you threw this stuff on the wall it would spread, soaking everything and turning it a bright red before abruptly turning black and making the paint peel right off.

Now to the plug. First, this gives me another opportunity to add to my collection of very boring photos that you can double click if you really want to see a bigger image (which I do think I'm getting rather good at):
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So, what this arrangement is showing (from my hotel room) is that the plug socket is a UK socket, there is an adapter and on the bottom left the plug for the TV. Well, the adapter fits into the wall OK. The TV plug looks like it fits into the bottom holes of the adapter and, indeed it does, but the diameter of the plug is about half the diameter of the hole it fits into, so it keeps falling out and you have to wiggle it to get the TV to come on.

On a side note, you may also see that the top hole of the adapter is there for the three pin UK socket. But wait, it's an adapter to get to a UK socket! Yep, this ingeniously designed adapter allows you to convert a UK socket into a UK socket.

And the fun doesn't stop there. Yesterday morning I couldn't get my shower to work. There's actually two in the room, one in the bath and a separate shower so I just used the one in the bath. Being the good person I am, I notified reception so they sent someone up to fix it. Anyway, turns out there are three levers and I hadn't been pulling them in the right order. You have to pull the bottom lever up first, then pull the middle lever out towards you and then pull out the shower handle and turn to the desired temperature.

And then there's the bathroom light switch. Whilst being shown around my room upon arrival, I was informed that the bathroom light had to remain on as they had wired the air conditioning into the light switch - so, if you turn off the light, you also turn off the air conditioning. The porter was kind enough to point out the work around which is to close the bathroom door and, being the helpful chap he was, he demonstrated this for me (just in case I hadn't activated a door mechanism before. Mind you, I couldn't figure out the shower, so I suppose it's fair to wonder whether I'm capable of closing a door).

I really wish I was staying longer here as it's so much fun. You discover new things all the time, it's great.

Well, time to go do some work and then to watch the rugby with the English and South African expats. Should be a laugh.
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Lekki Market

(Posted 08:35:59 on 13th September 2007 by Rag)
First, there's a couple of very tired gerbils somewhere after running on a little wheel to power my less than 1mbs internet connection so I could upload these three files. Not really sure what's going on as the connection has a habit of breaking, so I've been submitting each file and keeping my fingers crossed that the connection will last the upload.

Anyway, technical difficulties aside, I had this morning to look round before doing some work. I went to Lekki market which is basically a load of shacks at the roadside interconnected by little alleyways. I don't think the images below really do it justice and they certainly don't capture the number of people running around (all of whom seemed to be rather camera shy).
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(double click each picture to see a bigger image)

First thing is that when you get there, all of a sudden hundreds of kids appear from nowhere and start running alongside the car. When the car stops and you get out, you're mobbed like a pop star. A rather daunting experience I have to say. The kids seem to enter into a competition to see who can accompany you around the market to carry your stuff for you. Thankfully I was being shown around by a US expat who just said to shoo them away and proceeded to literally walk through them waving his arms in the air shouting “shoo.” After a couple of minutes they got bored and disappeared. Anyway, the market was really nice and I ended up with a couple of wood carvings (hippo pictured below) and a couple of paintings.
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(double click to see larger)

I've been asked a couple of times “is it safe?” to which I wittily reply “it's safe and zipped away in my trousers, but thanks for asking.” (And that probably explains why I didn't try and be a professional commedian). On a serious note though, safety is a concern, but when I think that this time last year my trip was to Asia instead of Africa and I was in Indonesia I feel very lucky given the earthquakes that have hit.

Anyway, time to go out for dinner and beers.
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Killer Bees on a Plane

(Posted 02:46:08 on 13th September 2007 by Rag)
There's my next idea for a film (obviously following the snakes on a plane theme), but first lets start with the journey to Nigeria.

From Cape Town to Lagos, you need to connect in Johannesburg. Seems fairly straight forward you would think. Well, first problem was that I got stuck in loop in the domestic terminal and only after walking a full circuit of the airport did I realize that the sign saying “all departures” really meant all domestic departures. In fairness, it should have been obvious as they do color code the airplane symbols - yellow for domestic and green for internation. Stupidly I was just reading the words though and hadn't stopped to work out their code.

OK - after walking what seemed to be miles, mainly because it was hot I ended up in a building site which was, in fact, the international terminal. Bit of development going on. After stepping past people that were working - well, supposed to be working, but they seemed more occupied with watching all the people trying step over their equipment that doing any work - we got to the check in desk.

Already checked in, so zipped past that bit and onto security. Straight through there. The metal detector beeped as I walked through, but nobody seemed to be worried about that so I just picked up my stuff and carried on to passport control. This is where things went (to use a technical term) tits up! The passport controller shook my passport trying to get something out of it, then turned to me and said “I can't find your residency card” so I appologized and handed him my green card. It was confusing me as to why a) he needed to see it and b) how he knew I was not a UK resident; but not worth the arguing so I gave it to him. “Not that, your South African residency card” he replied. Becoming more confused I told him that I was not a resident of South Africa. Apparently, according to this chap, you need a visa to get into South Africa - I think it's one of those things that they give you, then they take back when you leave. Well, I didn't know that and was not given one when I entered the country. This seemed to be my fault - he kept telling me I should have asked for one and that I was in the country illegally.

Next, I did one of those things where you think you're going to help yourself and you're actually making it worse. I told him (which is all true) that I had been pulled out of the queue on entry, on account of the fact that I'm disabled and sent to a separate line with the residents and maybe nobody had told the person on that line what the procedures were. I then produced my customs entry form and told him that nobody seemed to want to collect this from me. (This is one of those forms that you need to declare stuff on when entering the country). When I produced the form, he just looked at me and said “you're here illegally and I need to take you to the office to sort this out.”

Not good at the best of times, but, as I pointed out to him, I only had 10 minutes before my plane started to board. Obviously then next thing he saw fit to do was to start explaning things to me in a language other than English - maybe Afrikaans, I don't know, but I didn't understand it.

So, we march off across the airport to “the office” when he just turns round and walks back telling me to carry on. I said I didn't know where the office was and this seemed to annoy him further as I just got a barrage of non English back at me. Anyway, he wandered back to log off from his terminal, came back and picked me up, took me to the office. After being asked a bunch of the same questions by more people, particularly the “why didn't you get a visa when you came into the country?” which after telling them that they didn't give me one, they created one for me, gave it to me, then took it back.

Hopefully this hasn't put me on some watch list or anything as I have to go back in a couple of days.

Anyway, hurried along to the plane. The sign said it was boarding, but the sign just comes up with that based on the time - nothing to do with whether or not the plane is actually boarding. Talked to the person on the desk to be informed that the plane was delayed on account of the fact that they had parked it on top of a bees nest and the bees had come out and onto the plane. This is an airport where you walk onto the tarmac and climb the stairs to get onto the plane - not one that you walk across a jetty from the terminal.

Thankfully that was the last bit of fun. After that it was plane sailing and I'm now here in Nigeria. Just about to head off out.
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No more fags

(Posted 09:26:39 on 11th September 2007 by Rag)
I’ve now been off the fags for a year! Wow, seems like only yesterday when I would be sneaking out from work to have a long hard suck on a fag. But no more. No longer will I be going in and out of the back door to partake in this pleasure. Never again will I long for a butt in my hand. My mouth is now a no fag zone!

I do miss them though, even after a year. Shows how addictive smoking really is.
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If at first you don’t succeed ....

(Posted 09:23:49 on 11th September 2007 by Rag)
..... go to the pub.
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Poor weather again, so no mountain trip on the last day. Few pints made up for it though.
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The Saga Continues

(Posted 08:56:59 on 10th September 2007 by Rag)
For those of you that have been reading these blogs over the last few days, I'm sure you're wondering whether or not I've got to the top of Table Mountain. Well, as reported below, the first day was rained/clouded out so we headed out on the beers. Sunday was much the same as Saturday - low cloud and more beers. This morning, however, bright sunshine and not a cloud in the sky! I noticed whilst putting my shirt on to go to work. Bugger!

Well, I've been emailing an old friend of mine, Jackie, who I used to work with back in the London days as she's also coming over here to South Africa on safari and spending some time in Cape Town. Anyway, she suggested that I should duck out from work whilst the weather's good (particularly as it's supposed to be cloudy again tomorrow) to take get up the mountain and see the view.

I thought about it for about .... oooh ..... lets say about 15 seconds and thought why not. My last meeting of the day was a 2:00 to 3:00 and that would give me plenty of time. So, I arranged for one of my colleagues here in South Africa to take me back to the hotel so I could dump my computer and then drop me off at the cable car to go up the mountain. He agreed and dropped me off. We had a quick chat and I thanked him for his hospitality etc. etc. and he left pointing me in the direction of the ticket desk.

There's normally a queue for tickets (apparently), however there wasn't when I got there. Great! But I couldn't figure out how to get into the line as all the entrances seemed to be blocked off. I then looked at all the ticket windows and they said closed. Finally, someone appeared and told me the cable car was closed due to technical difficulties.

I have one last chance tomorrow, depending on the weather, but I'm not holding my breath on this one. Seems I may have to visit the top of the mountain on my next visit.

Below is a picture taken from the foot of the mountain where the cable car leaves from. (I should have probably taken one of the closed ticket desks as that would have been more appropriate, but I didn't think of it at the time).
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You will notice how my crap camera has managed to take a perfect photo of the trees in the foreground and leave the whole of Cape Town out of focus. Pretty impressive if you ask me. I don't have my proper camera here until next week (as didn't want to risk taking it to Nigeria) and don't have any photo editing software on my work computer, so this is the best I can do.

Pretty poor really, but given the run of bad luck I'm having with this mountain, it's about par for the course.
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Jackie
10:32:13
10th September 2007
I think someone is trying to tell you that they dont want you up that bloody mountain!!

Forced to drink beer!

(Posted 02:46:44 on 8th September 2007 by Rag)
On the table this morning were two choices:
  • Go sight seeing up the top of Table-Top Mountian
  • Watch the rugby and drink beer


Well, it seems the gods have chosen for me. Unlike the photo snapped below that shows Cape Town bathed in sunlight, today is overcast and raining. I got up at 6:00 to play tourist. Had breakfast and went to book my trip only to be told “sorry sir, the weather is too bad, you must watch the rugby and drink beer.”

I've been fighting it. I even went down to the waterfront and wandered around. I have two really bad photos to show for it (I really need to throw this camera away - it's 6 years old and has all but had it. At least my proper one will be with me for the safari). The first is of some “witty” signposts and the second is of the Clock Tower. If you look at the sky you can see it clouding over - not quite raining when I took these but only by about an hour.
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I guess the signposts are supposed to tell you how far it is if the crow flies. Well, all I can say is that the crow would be bloody knackered as the plane wouldn't even go that far given I needed to transfer in Frankfurt. So I doubt a crow would be able to make it. The other thing I've not quite figured out is why you would put a signpost up for crows as, to my knowledge, they can't read. Still, gives the idiots something to photograph as I clearly demonstrate.

Oh well, about an hour and half to kick-off. Best head back down to that Sports Bar I spotted earlier.
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What no superheros?

(Posted 08:37:59 on 7th September 2007 by Rag)
So, a quick 11 hours and 40 minutes later and I'm in Cape Town. I've had a quick look round and can't see any superheros though. Mind you, I didn't see any frankfurters in Frankfurt either.

Very tired and not much to say at the minute. Snapped this quick picture from the balcony of the hotel before I got some sleep. Me thinks that would be Table Top Mountain (I'm quick like that).
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(Double click for a closer look)

I'm going to see about taking a trip up there tomorrow, so, if you're lucky, I'll have the reverse picture of this one.
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