I'm laying on my bed precrasti-procrastona-pissing about trying to summon up the energy to face the over excited hoards outside when there's a little tap on my door. I ignore it. There's another tap. I don't answer the door unsolicited at home, I certainly don't here!
Eventually I give in and open it.
No, long term people it's not Ramly with one of his stories of being chased by Triads.
It's a cleaner and she's got a bar of my soap in her hand.
How the hell did she know it was mine?!
Yesterday, I was idly mooching around Kera District vaguely considering a Goat Kitfo when someone, an old man but middle class looking, came marching up and gave me detailed yet unsolicited directions back to Tanzania Street! (The home of my hotel)
On Sunday, I was greeted with "Soooper Marrrrioo!" instead of the usual "Ferrrangi!"
Days before and in a completely different part of town I'd (briefly) worn a Super Mario T.Shirt.
Yet someone else on the light rail system that trundles through the middle of the city screamed "Ferrrrangiii Aaaadrian!" at me.