I've updated the last blog post with a hopefully visible pic. Strange, I could see it from here. Sorry the text must have looked mysterious to you who couldn't.

After your many reactions to my last blog post (on a blog post) on living in Luanda, I decided to share another story with you.

I hereby vow I shall never again complain about the miserable British housing situation.

"It can hardly be a coincidence thad no language on Earth has ever produced the expression 'as pretty as an airport'.

Another thing I will never understand about England is why it is exactly those very ecologically conscious people in their outdoor-proof GoreTex outfits and plant-dyed linnen clothes, shopping for

After I first thought England was an acceptable, if somewhat quaint place (see my first posts), I have now positively developped an ethusiastic aversion to it.

Yesterday, I flew from Lisbon back to London. At the gate, there was a tv screen, as they sometimes have in nicer airports, to entertain the waiting passengers.

One of the most amazing and valuable lessons I'm going to take home from Angola is the one about the value of water.

I have hardly seen a place which is so full of contradictions. Amazing.

This is the blog of one of the people who was on the M'banza Congo flight which crashed the same day the European Commis