This Saturday, we’d both decided (in the usual laddish Saturday spirit) that we’d play some football. However, unfortunately, neither of us had taken into account the fact that we are, both, ridiculously lazy. We woke, tired and in no state of mind to play such a game, thoroughly hoping that Pah Jalloh wouldn’t turn up......he didn’t. After dancing (that’s a lie we were too lazy) and praising Jesus for a while due to the fact that he’d answered our hasty prayers; we set about sorting out all things technological: i.e. the blog and our vast accumulation of pictures (don’t worry you’ll all see them when we get back.) And after this it was off to CAS Travel to sort out my helicopter ticket for Tuesday, (that’s right folks, due to various financial “difficulties” i.e. bankruptcy, I’m deserting poor Parksy a week early, sorry about that, and that’s right mum, I did say helicopter.....don’t worry it’s relatively safe.....relatively...haha)
After CAS travel we sped off to Mama Sue’s for a final gritty African meal, even meeting the legendary “Big Muma” herself, before heading off to Lumli beach.....for a swim and some eagerly anticipated Frisbee action! Needless to say, after nearly 3 months it was a brilliant, yet sad occasion to be hitting Lumli for the last time. And after successfully losing a few Frisbees, due to Parksy’s erratic throwing, we were off home. Once there we decided it was only right to toast the occasion with the consumption of recently acquired pound wine. And so, in anticipation of a slightly lengthy dedication service the next day, we drank a little...then drank some more. And suddenly, everything was right in the world.
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