Wednesday 7th May - Day 94

Slowly trying to find my way around a new country. I must have some kind of strong idiot magnet in my pocket as I am approached by one. Minding my own business, wondering around the botanical gardens, I'm approached by someone who looks about 13 years of age, wearing a hooped rugby shirt, who starts making ridiculous small talk about the tree I was admiring and tells me he is top in his kick boxing class. He beckons his friends over who are a short distance away and walking slowly towards me. They are from the local public school and have been using the sporting facilites in the gardens, playing football or something. It dawns on me that he wants to start a fight. I manage to keep calm and refrain from beating the living cr*p out of him before his friends turn up. I turn and slowly walk away. Thankfully, he didn't follow me.

How ironic, in the country I was expecting least problems with and beggining my visit with the most positive vibe, I have to dodge being involved in a fight with a moron !

The rest of the day is uneventful and I return to my hostel and a quiet evening.