Feb 3rd I arose this morning and the sun was shining. Took breakfast at my own hotel this time. In their very own little back garden. Similar offerings of toast, jam and an omelette with a milky coffee. Except the buttery toast I was looking forward to with eat my savoury scrambled eggs, had already been smothered with jam. I ate it, I’m sure I was going to taste much worse on my travels. I spoke with the manager again to ask if there was anywhere to buy an adaptor. I’d bravely wandered the streets (I feel at this stage I must mention that when you venture out in places like this that cars, bikes, buses, cows, carts, donkeys, chickens….etc., take precedence on the roads, you are a mere blob of inconvenience and it
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