My bed collapsed in the early hours. It gave me a hell of a fright as I ended up on the floor in the middle of the night. I think it was caused by the build-up of sweat from thirty days of sleeping in it. I nip home at lunch time for a cold beer, respite from the scorching sun and the chance to move out the broken bed and replace it with another one.
Later on we have meetings about the cup preparation, tomorrow’s visit from CBF HQ staff, and we also carefully plan my time for my remaining days with the local CBF team.
I enjoy Famarta’s ‘Crain Crain’, which is rather reminiscent of spinach. I think my house mates are a little fussier than me when it comes to our evening meals. I cringe when I see loads of food going to waste. For me, wasting food is a sin, especially in Africa where the majority go to bed hungry.