Sunday, November 21

The World’s Greatest Head Cold™ continues to mutate inside me. I have lost the throat-shredding coughing and progressed to a more sophisticated “ahem ahem” sound. I have also started feeling hot and cold, which causes me to put a sweater on and take it off like a demented dancer rehearsing a not-very-interesting routine.

On the journey to Kamppi the sky turns a deep red colour and we both notice how soon darkness will arrive. I photograph the world as we drive down the highway, and by the time we arrive in the centre the red will have all turned black, and night will have arrived.

I will go to bed early, after a hot Panadol.