Arrived in Angola on Saturday morning.  Overall, the 14-hr flight from Houston was ok, no real issues; but could not sleep well at all on the plane.  Landed in Luanda, cleared immigration, got luggage (mine was undamaged, unlike the totally crushed 42 inch flat screen tv that the Angola govt official tried to ship in [bet he gets a new one next week, free of charge and full of apologies ... its good to be the king ...]), cleared customs, went for a kilo ride to the house.  Ah yes, wonderful Luanda; still the same sites, sounds, and smells.  Got home, dropped my bags, and rested for a while.  Ate a big bowl of asian noodles with lots of chilies ... ahhhh, tummy satisification.

Visited with Decy and Chely (Tasya was with a friend). Oh oh, decision time.  Have to chose between girls basketball at 1pm (outside in the sun), attending adult party at 8pm, or shaparoning a teen party at 8am .... yikes, I'm jetlagged, this is nearly impossible !!!???!!! Or is it .... ok, think, think, think .... got it.  Laid down for a short nap (normally a no-no with jetlag) ... missed the girls b-ball game ... got up, did some karoke with Decy ... and scored a 100 on "Hold Me" ... don't know how, kasihan de lu Tasya .... he he he ... then shaparoned the teen party until 12-midnight (I even danced a bit).

Got home, head spinning, water ... water ... water ... I need water.  Drinking water ... stare off into space for 30 minutes while Decy is trying to keep me awake long enough to drink the water (almost 1.5 liter) .... fall asleep some time .... dreams dreams dreams ... where am I? What time is it?  What is going on?  Awake. Asleep. Awake. Can't focus eyes.  Finally can't sleep any more .... realized it is 1130am ..... wow, that is something for me.

Ok, so now it is 1pm, need to eat. Then have some paperwork to do ... then I will probably do a little karoke before falling asleep.

Ciao Ciao.