I was 'encouraged' by an old friend to come and visit for the evening as she calls it, and blackmailed into leaving my house as I call it. She lives in a town in Lower Austria called St. Poelten, and one thing led to another, I missed the fast train, which normally covers the journey in just under 40minutes, and took a regional train on which the journey lasted 90mins.
On arrival, the first thing she told me was 'you are staying'! All you need is a change of clothes to sleep in, and you can leave anytime tomorrow. It was raining, she is the boss, on her turf, I wasn't going to argue with her. She owns the ONLY African/Caribbeab store in the whole town, and it has become more of a meeting point for almost every black inhabitant of that town from what I witnessed. It's a cute little place packed with afro hair and beauty products, food from all over the continent, and of course, drinks specific to our needs -malt, soursop, coconut and pineapple, I think I even caught a glimpse of 'Nigerian Guinness'
So, contrary to plans, I stayed over, and spent the best part of yesterday with her and her family, and came back to Vienna in the evening, to dine with a dear friend and brother in his new flat... Dinner consisted of fish he had caught himself(!), baked with aubergines, couscous and veggie sauce. It was delightfully delicious...
I was so 'full up' I could barely move, but the journey home had to be made, and I eventually left his place at around 10pm. Got home just before 11pm, and was so knocked out, all I wanted to see was my bed...
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