I am experiencing one of those millionaire moments: pot of tea, hot milk in a silver service, looking out at a wild beach and rainforest. It could so easily be Borneo; unspoilt, logging-free Borneo, what little of it is left.
Doctor Jack, Dorset Alex and I drove down in the Land Rover early doors from Freetown, changing more cash at Lumley roundabout, buying ice at 'Ice Ice Baby' and stocking up with sweet and salty Western snacks from Adnan's. The road down here is shocking. More twists and turns than an Agatha Christie novel plus several lung-fulls of sand and dirt thrown in for good measure. I am told the Kuwait emirate paid for the road to be completed but the second instalment of the money has 'disappeared' somewhere in Sierra Leone.
I am enjoying my millionaire moment at Sussex beach, an intimate little upmarket piece of paradise on the peninsula. The half dozen rooms here cost around $60 per night but are clearly good value if you have that kind of cash. Jack thrashes Alex 4-0 at spear fishing, catching three red snappers and a dirty catfish while I put on the tunes on my mp3 and read several chapters of Capital. This is another high point of my time here thus far.