Friday 29th PM

Don't ask me what I did in the afternoon, it's now a week later and has been hectic lately. I honestly can't remember. But in the evening, I went out on the town with Dora. By out on the town, I mean we went to a restaurant for a civilised drink – I had fruit juice and she had hot milk with honey. It was wild. After drinks, we walked home which was lovely. I don't really walk about much on my own after dark, but was really nice to be in the city in the evening.

When we got home I saw a gecko running up the wall. I don't like to miss an opportunity so I chased after it. But this was a wriggler. It fell a few times, but I didn't give up until things got freaky. All of a sudden, the gecko was in two parts; the tail wriggling around on the floor and the body flying across the hallway. (I was so freaked out that I may have thrown the found the gecko as far away as possible). Naturally, I called my dad, who I think was in an Elders meeting, to find out if the tailless lizard would die. He assured me that it would not, so, conscience salved, I spend a good while playing with the detached tail. It was a bit gross but very fun. And out of interest, the gecko did die that night, but probably due to injuries sustained from a high velocity impact.

Before I go, here is a picture of the street kids that are involved with the Vivante ministry. They are the ones we cook for every Friday.