sorry just wanted to check it would post b4 writing too much. Anywho i was told i could use the phone at the hotel if i went and got a calling card, didn't seem like to big a deal she gave me directions, now bear in mind i arrived in the pitch black ( there are no street lights) so i went to the front of the hotel and was faced with a sheer wall of metal, wrapped around the hotel and 20ft high. Ok i thought they are saftey consious thats not a bad thing, then the guard came out of his box to unlock the mini door hidden within the wall, i told him i would be back soon so he would let me back in, i stepped outside and had one of the biggest culture shocks you can imagine, the sound of the door being locked behind me was absolutly terrifying, i suddenly started thinking the the hell am i doing! I have never wanted to go home b4 untill tht moment, i would have paid everylast penny i owned to be at home on my sofa with my mum, but being the optomistic traveller i am(or stupid) i decided i needed to buck up and stop being such a fraidy cat.
It is hard to describe what is was like, frist i should tell you i wasn't in the city at all couldn't even see it from there. there was no road outside but a dirt track, there were lush patches of greenery surrounded by derelict buildings and shanty tin sheds however in the green parts were shells of old cars that had been set on fire, the odd dead dog and people just sitting around staring at me, there is rubbish everywhere there are no toilets so everyone goes otside and well, you can imagine the smell!
I kept my head down tried not to look at anyone and eventually found a tin shack selling cards, oh the battery is about to run out, hang on