I'm back. Back from 35C of donkeys, sand and landmark presidential elections to 10C of familiarity, visible wealth and bloody seagulls. It's nice to be back, of course, but I was very taken with Mauritania and am sorry to leave it.
My return to Aberdeen, I strongly suspect, will not be for long: by Friday I'll be in Egypt, Nigeria, or the North Sea. Oh, please, please, please don't make me go to the North Sea.