Day 1: 'Any yoghurt, sir?'



Joe's awful puns



So the time finally came to set off for Manchester airport and set off for Africa. We got through customs relatively easily for fourteen of us- apart from Rob spilling a whole crate of gluesticks at the desk (he's not got the hang of this drug smuggling thing yet) and Kie 'misplacing' his passport, but the same can't be said of the man behind us in the queue: 



'Any liquids, gels, pastes or sprays sir?'

'No.'

The woman on the customs desk looked him up and down and gave him a knowing look.

'Any yoghurt?'

'...oh...'

And then he turned back and started unpacking his bag, presumably for yoghurt reasons. I'm not sure what gave him away, he wasn't particularly yoghurty looking... Thinking about it, he was probably a spy. Probably.

-Dave

As we got onto the plane we realised we had a massive selection of TV programmes, films and music. I decided against listening to a very questionable 'Top 100 Singles of all time' and settled down to watch Spiderman 3, After a few hours we got our plane food, which consisted mainly of couscous and something described as chicken, but I'm not too sure myself. While serving the food, one of the stewardesses asked Dave where we were going, and it took him a good 10 seconds to come out with "well, erm... I should probably... Kenya". Well smooth, but not quite the East African country we're aiming to finish in.



Good grammar pls Doah



As we landed, Bradley got a text: "you up to anything tonight?" - at the moment it's 3am local time and we're sat in Doha airport (Qatar) attempting to get some sleep while a Chinese man (badly) plays guitar. And we're getting more and more excited that we're well on the way to Moshi, Tanzania

-Joe