Fri 17 Dec

Luckily it is the weekend. Outside the streets are quiet and lazy. Inside the people are much the same. Katy and Skye have stayed over. No one is in a hurry to do anything; except that we are hungry and could do with a walk. So we go to Kamal's fish place: the club house of a long abandoned running track with seating in the shade of neem trees. Here, we are served with a huge, communal plate of freshly fried fish (heads and all); guaranteed to cut through the damage of the night before.

It does the trick, but only just. Still feeling lethargic, maybe from my cold, I go home and have a lazy afternoon, lying on the sofa, watching a black and white movie called "Ice Cold in Alex".