Choking the chicken

I know what you are thinking - I am going to drop the level a little to low for a "G" rating. If you are not thinking that, commend yourself for rising above the meaning of gutter slang. But this post is about life in the backpackers where are staying.

We are staying in a 1 room bungalow style hut - we share our bathroom, but have a fan and a mozzie net. It is costing us $25 a night, (12 quid for you brits, or 30 aussie bucks). And as we are getting the 7th night free, that gets even cheaper.

We share a bathroom and bogger, which are probably a bit too far away to be fair - but are always spotless and smelling good - no mean feat all things considered. We can get brekky for about 2.50 US and dinner for 6 bucks. A beer (Mosi is the local drop) costs 1.50 or so and is very tasty - so far better than Killi, Tusker and Castle. The drinks are also served icy cold form the bar - for those in the know, this makes Bradley a happy boy!

At 4.30am, 5.30am and 6am this bloody franking cockeril next door blasts out like some kind of alarm clock for the dead. In case you are wondering, sunrise is about 6.30am - so what the pluck is wrong with this chicken. Now I am not too clued up with the local laws here - but Josie and I are plotting to go halves in a murder charge....at the moment we are still not in agreement over the method. Josie wants to wring its neck (being hippy-ish and wanting least painful) whereas I would like the most painful and damaging death possible for this chicken who is obviously mad. Damn chicken. We have 2 more nights (and therefore mornings here) - that bloody chicken is playing with fire and walking a very fine line. Stay tuned, and be ready with some bail money if we need you....