Stupidly excited about the England match. Kick off is in 12 hours or so and I’m nursing a thick head from last night in Champs.
The Thumb’s managed to get on the breakfast show of Ghana telly channel TV3.
As I attempt to drum up help with travel, I learn The Thumb has been unwittingly naughty (see video below).
Seems the act of holding aloft this particular digit means something other than “please give us a lift” to Ghanaians.
There is nothing like a bit of local knowledge – and we have nothing like local knowledge.
As Sam gives The Thumb a lift back toward dock, voicemail rings.
Shipping leviathan Maersk has moved heaven and earth to get us a ride to Namibia. Major result.
The catch is they’ve been trying and failing all morning to contact The Thumb.
We arrive at quayside at 10:30am to find our ride sailed 30 minutes ago.
It means The Thumb will certainly see the game and chat via Skype on James Corden’s World Cup Live show in Blighty afterwards…
It is now about 9pm local time. England man !
Settle down for the ITV link up.
Life is certainly surreal right now. From Gangsters, Shipping Giants and people smugglers, to trying to read Simon Cowell and katy Perrys lips on a dodgy skype link in front of a massive live TV audience - all in one day.