I woke up this morning in the heat, unsure if I had actually woken up or just regained consciousness after the night from hell. The too loud TV from last night was still blaring and mosquitos were still assailing me in the back of the truck. I got up and dressed and climbed out of the truck to wait for Dixon. I sat in the street in a plastic chair with a coke and people watched for an hour before Dixon emerged from his room and we jumped on the truck and headed off.

We didn't do a hell of a lot of driving today as we had told the office we had stopped at Chilinze for the night, another town about three hours back from where we were, mainly so that when we got in tonight we could have a rest. We stopped for lunch on the way, beef and rice in another squalid little shanty restaurant. While I was eating my food, this mad African woman came and threw herself into the chair next to me and grabbed my bag. Without even thinking I grabbed my bag from the raving woman and went on eating. Dixon found this very amusing as she continued to rant and rave (maybe she was the African equivalent of crazy cat lady) and the ladies in the shop hit her and yelled at her.

Finally, I looked up from my lunch and asked Dixon what was going on, as of course they were all screaming at each other in Swahili and I couldn't understand any of it. Dixon explained that the woman was a nutcase and that the other ladies wanted her out of the restaurant. Which is pretty much what I had gathered.

We headed off and arrived at out stop for the night, a place called Karogwe, the White Parrot hotel and camp ground. I went in to ask for a free crew room as we usually stay here when we have clients. I told the guy behind the desk three times we didn't have clients and were just transiting before handed over a key. No sooner than I had gone back to the truck to get my stuff so I could have a much needed shower, than he came running over and took the key off me because we didn't have clients. I scolded him that I had already told him that three times and then went to see the manager who said the same thing. When I do have clients I'll remember this, I said.

I went to have a shower in the camp ground ablution block. Locked. I was standing there with my hands full, I hadn't showered for three days, I was completely sleep deprived not having had even a place to pitch a tent in two nights, my back ached from long hours of sitting in the truck and my morale was on the floor. Right then and there I had my first tantrum in about ten years. For f***s sake! I screamed at the top of my lungs. An attendant came running over to open the bathrooms. I went into the first shower and hung up my clothes, it didn't work. Went into the next one and there were no hooks, finally transferred all my stuff to the third shower, which had no hot water. I gave up and had a cold shower.

I then put up a tent on some nice soft grass, thankful that at least I wouldn't be spending tonight in the back of the truck on the floor, either afraid for my life or boiling hot and unable to sleep due to noise and mosquitos.

Something amazing had actually happened earlier today, I had received and email from Med Experience a company owned by sail Croatia who want to interview me for a hosting job on a flotilla of yachts for their summer season next year. Hmmmm…..getting paid to sail around the Mediterranean and do light cooking, maintenance and entertaining or this s***. Hard decision. So in the campsite I did the interview over the phone, they said they would let me know within a week if I had scored a second interview. I must have done well because they let me know in an hour. I now have to pull the truck over and do a skype interview with the big bosses at the company.

I stayed up until about 9pm and had a few beers with Dixon, now I was in a better mood before heading off to bed in my tent. Ironically, this was the best night's sleep of the entire transit.