Just one of those days.

Me: Rome, Italy

Him: Nairobi, Kenya

Distance: 2,634km

The day started by being rudely (but gratefully) awoken by our trusty taxi driver banging on the door at 3am, and realising I had somehow missed setting my 2.30am alarm. Cue getting out of the house in less than 2 minutes and driving at break-neck speeds to the airport. Fortunately we arrived in plenty of time, and I was pretty proud of myself for remembering my passport, laptop, adapter for Europe, and toothpaste.

Now I have just arrived in the hotel quite a few hours and time zones later (via a lovely stop for six hours in Istanbul because my flight had been mysteriously cancelled) to find that the smugness cannot last. I appear to have forgotten pyjamas, to register for my Kenyan tax number (due tomorrow), and deodorant. The last one is particularly concerning given I'm presenting tomorrow at a room full of people far more experienced and important than me, and I will spend most of it acting like the professional I want to be when I grow up. And smelling like someone who has been sat in a matatu for too long.

Never mind, I thought, I'll have a hot shower before bed to relax (I can't even figure how many hours I've been up now) and find a petrol station or something in the morning for deodorant. The shower cubicle is small and doesn't look promising, but it is hot at least. I lather shampoo in my hair, and all is going well until half way through the water just stops.

To cut a long story short, I ended up finishing washing my hair with cold water over a bidet. It's just been one of those days.