My basket is still empty. I've been walking the isles with a skew mouth and furrowed brow around a strangely large supermarket for over half an hour. In the end, bewildered by the vast array toilet rolls, perplexed by the multitude of biscuits and confused by another new currency, I decide to buy the same old things I've been buying for months and make a hasty and dumbstruck retreat to the bike away from the throngs of mad shoppers.

When I hit the road I am glad to see a few stick huts