Port Harcourt lnternational.
ls this every man for himself ?
Cr*p.
After an early morning start l`d had a nap and gone to meet the crew in the dining area. A bit of a "dicky tummy" which was unusual for me. But duty called.
And l was hungry.
We chatted for a bit, and then joined the queue. l had hung back, the rumblings continuing.
The others were served. l looked at the trestle tables and thought "yes, l can do this".
Two boiled potatoes, thankyou, and a slice of the goat please, the lean bit if you wouldn`t mind. Perfect.
As l looked over my shoulder to regain my bearings, one of the staff shoved a spoon up the goats jacksie and put the stuffing onto my plate.
l`m afraid that finished me.
l left without underwear, having binned it after the clean up.
Happy days.