The end of Hamish. And my hopes for a happy life.

There might not be any more updates for a couple of weeks.

I am aware how much you have enjoyed (ahem) the continued ravings from a derranged madman in the last couple of months, but with Hamish around, I always had plenty of spare time.

Happily, i can inform you that Hamish has now, in theory, been banished. I managed to convince several people so i could be treated in Dar-es-Salaam, and as it turns out, that was decided that it was the last regular injection that I required. And I am now in receipt of a certificate saying as much. So, 3months after arriving in Nairobi and going to first hospital, and almost 4months after probably contracting him, Hamish has officially gone and the spawn has not hatched. It is not quite as simple as that, though: I will require check ups every 4-6weeks or so for the next year and quite possibly every six months or so after that for several years, just to ensure that the parasitic remains are not doing anything they shouldn't be.

But in general terms, the outlook is positive and health-wise I am feeling pretty much OK. Exactly what I do and where I go now, I don't know.

I really should be celebrating wildly and getting back to the important business of travelling and discovering new and exotic places and experiences. But i'm not. I can't. All i know is that I want to go and hide somewhere for a bit to reflect.

There won't be any updates for a bit because I am really just not in the mood. Details are not important here, but yet more tragedy has hit our ever decreasing circle of friends and I am now down one best friend. Yes, yet a-fucking-gain. It really is a cruel, cruel world sometimes. Even now I am almost used to it (for want of a much better word), I can't comprehend just how much bad luck can hit one group of people.

I know life is not fair.

But really, it's just not fair.