woah, yo. the maasai guys who ran in the london marathon are fucking awesome, not least of which because the chief, isaya's, diary is better than everyone else's stupid diary. it is nice to have some guys with genuinely different viewpoints. i want these guys around to troubleshoot all my sick-headed problems. "guys! what do you think. angels in the walls? crickets?" & they'll think about it & probably having something pretty awesome to say. probably about me being right. anyhow, i would totally read isaya's blog feed, is there a way we can make that happen? what? probably not? fuck. there goes all my hopes & dreams!
In Trafalgar Square, they asked: "What do you think about the bronze lion over there?" But what can I say? It's not a real lion. I don't mind because we are interesting to them but I am not here to be a show, an exhibition.
We heard about showers before, in a briefing about the country. It said be careful - when the shower is hot it is really hot, and when cold, really cold. This is true.
I miss meat and blood very much. Not vegetables because they are food for a woman. There is milk here but blood is better because it gives energy. English tea with sugar is good and we tried Coco Pops, but the nicest food is croissants.