Yesterday didn't happen. Honestly. I got to the hotel, checked in, got to my hotel room, and spent virtually all day and night asleep.

I've honestly never felt quite so rotten and tired as I did yesterday.

Then late on in the afternoon I had a phone call from reception to say that a safari trip was going the next morning, would I like to go. Sure, I said. It's a 7am start, they said. Urgh, I thought. Last thing I need... another early night. But I was up at 6am, had breakfast, and ready for the trip to the Nairobi Safari Park.

... but sometimes it feels like it's never going to end.

It's a bit later than I envisaged being online, and I'm acutely aware that recently I only seem to have blogged when something bad has happened.

 Hey, guess what...

It's now about 24 hours since I set off for Croatia. I still wonder quite whether I am awake or not, or in some super surreal dream.

It all started normal enough, I checked in my bags, and went to the lounge to relax before boarding, I boarded, actually had a lovely meal and service on the plane (thanks Lauda Air!). I changed flights in Vienna, and landed in Zagreb at 1445. I got through passport control, all normal enough, and then to the luggage belt where 3 bags went round, and no more. "No more! No more!" shouted the man at me, and ushered me out of the arrivals hall. I found the baggage handlers office, and said my bags had gone missing. They were nice enough, and asked for descriptions, baggage tags, etc, and checked the computer. Apparently they had "gone to another airport beginning with Z". Unfortunately they were not more specific than that, and I just hoped it wasn't Zimbabwe or Zambia as it would then be quite a wait for the bags to arrive...