Arrived at the hostel to find shacks waiting by the pool for me with a beer. Air Gabon got off to a bad start with the flight being delayed 4hrs. The rest of the flight was alright. And with the stop overs I can now say that I've been to Belgium, Congo and Gabon. After a few beers and a bbq in the warm weather I was very gald to be out of misible England.
Our dorm was a large room consisting of about a dozen bunk beds. One of those beds was occupied by a middle aged indian guy with the loudest, craziest snoring ever. He wouldn't breath for about 5 to 10 seconds, then errupt into the loudest snore, like a shot gun going off, for about 5 secs, then the talking would start and continue for about another 5 secs. This pattern continued all night. Thanks to a long flight (bout 18hrs) and a few beers I didn't have much trouble getting to sleep. The morning wasn't pleasent though, being woken about 7am by his snoring and not being able to get back to sleep. To try and get accross how loud this guys was I will use a statement that Shacks made. "He's worse than you (me), ya brother and your uncle Leeroy combined". Now for anyone that has experienced Curly and I's sycronized snoring, or Uncle Leeroy's window rattling snoring, this is a big call, but no exaggeration, this guy was that loud.
Jo'Burg isn't the ideal city for back yard cricket. Every house is surrounded by huge walls with razor wire on top, or electric wires, or electric razor wire. So when someone hits the ball over the back fence, it's not six and out, but six and out and game over