Phone rings.

'Madam, will you be staying an extra night with us after the problem last night?'  Problem?  I've heard some euphemisms in my time... 

In this case, the 'problem' was an air strike against the President's Palace (less than a km from my hotel) towards the end of the Aussie innings last night.  A little surprised that fireworks would be going off just because they finally got rid of Gilchrist, I looked out the window to find anti-aircraft stuff being fired into the sky.  It was just like what we saw on telly when the allies launched airstrikes against Iraq, only it turns out it is red. Who knew.

A few minutes later the gun fighting on the street outside started in earnest.  I couldn't actually see anything, but most people were scurrying into buildings and down alleys, and cars were reversing back up the street.  I say most, because there were a few 'brave' crazy people standing around watching what was going on...  People are weird.

So, what to make of all this?  I am staying another night, as the Ministry of Defence stopped everyone from moving around until daylight, so I missed my flight.  I'm hanging out in my room, although a few cars have started moving on the street.  I've called my parents, and they love me.  

Mainly though I feel sad for the cricket team.  Not because they lost to Australia (we all know how that feels), but because they had called for a ceasefire during the game.  But instead the nation enjoying the spectacle, they were more worried about security than sport.  Tell me again that sport and politics don't mix!

In other news, I loved the elephants.