Damn. Seven weeks I’ve been in Victoria Falls, and today I finally fly outta here on gilded wings of Chinese-made goodness. Lovely! *

Only I’m not coming home – straight to Kariba; a weekend of extreme drunken debauchery beckons, then I hit the road home at some point on Sunday. Despite all the whining I have enjoyed my stay in Sodom, but some places in this world are just for visiting. For a weekend or so.

Dodge City ain’t big enough for the both of us, Wyatt. So I’m leaving. **
I know, it sucks to be me, right?

* Strange rumours of a grounded plane at the airport – cross fingers
** I watched a western last night; forgive me.

Following our recent victory in the CBZ FA Cup, and despite the (somewhat ubiquitous) squabbles between the board and the players, Dynamos have just won the CBZ Premier Soccer League title. Again. For an unprecedented eighteenth time, but of course for the first time in over ten years. Reckon I’m chuffed?

Q: What’s the difference between Lewis Hamilton and the England Football team?

A: At least Lewis still has his MacLaren.

Okay, I’m fucked off with Victoria Falls now. I’ve been here a month, and rather than being back in the comfort of my Scud and Nanny corner, shooting the shit, I’m here another two weeks.

Why? Cos the whole place is on a go-slow. An appointment seems to be a vague generalisation, taxis cost an arm and a leg, the Spar opens after eight and closes at five (seriously?) and the fucking 7-eleven is really an 8-seven!

Despite all the bullshit, it’s still my kind of town – laid-back and easy on the blood pressure. It’s like the goddamned twilight zone out here.

Why, oh why, didn’t I take the blue pill?