Besides the fact my eyelids are gelled together by excessive sleep deprivation and a little bit of a pounding head, I'm ok. And am actually choosing to amble through town towards the Highway Africa conference in order to a) wake the fuck up, and b) feel like a Joburg tourist and ooh and ah at the Settler-type buildings here.
I mean, it is a quaint little town, this Grahamstown.
The Rat was fun, and it was cool to catch up with Paris Man, super-charged botanist now, and studying his Master's here. He regaled me with stories involving goat dung collection - just one of the many things he has to do for his research.
Another day of intense journo-speak. Bring it on. These speakers are all of a high calibre, and I've met some interesting people in this far corner of the OosCape.