Broke, unidentified and homeless....and LOVING every moment!

I am currently all of the above.

So I ask myself a few questions.....

Where did all my money go?

Well, for a start.....cinnamon Rolls at 'Ozzies', beeeeeeeeeeeeeeer, FAR too many unnecessary motorbike rides, gifts that I can't afford, a thesis of medical bills, dreadlocks (and 9 combs to help me comb them out!!!???), wolf-pack memorabilia, an orange helmet, a memory stick that doesn't work, bribing swimming pool attendants...at 5 in the morning, flinging myself off a pylon and falling 40 meters to the ground and......a blow up Batman for Cathal.

ALL fantastic and crucial buys....shame it added up so fast.

Where did my identity go?

Missing passport has resulted in me being a abandoned stranded sole in Kampala. At the present moment I may never leave Uganda.

Progress so far has included a mad Swedish man named Ellert, bribes and several fat police men. It has all been rather exciting!

Homeless

SOAS sent me a lovely e-mail this morning telling me I don't have any accommodation for next year.

If you live in London BEWARE....you may find me on your doorstep come the 27th of September.