Flopped

The problem with living in the centre of town is the ease at which, after a glass or two of wine with your Friday dinner, you decide it would be a great idea to go to a local club for a bit of dancing before all the sleazeballs come out. Needless to say, this morning's prayer breakfast was a little disorientating without my standard nine hours sleep.

A beautiful walk this afternoon with an abundance of beautiful flora and an array of amusing humans and animals on the river.

My flip flop broke a few kms away from home though, which put a slight dampener on events. Thankfully, I had a resourceful African with me who solved my problem firstly with a carrier bag and then secondly with a safety pin purchased from a nearby garage. I'm seriously questioning my brand loyalty right now. I've been wearing a pair of Havianas at every available opportunity for about the past six years. I must surely be more heavy footed than the Brazilians though, with the rate at which I go through them.