There is a group of Chinese men that lives in my apartment building*. They are loud and I get the impression there are a bunch of them crammed into one apartment (judging by the noise level and the number of shoes outside the door). They stare at me ambiguously when I happen to pass them coming in/out. However, often when I come home in the evening, the entire apartment building smells like a Chinese restaurant. Two thumbs up.
Well. Brace yourself for the Apartment Saga.
It seems a bit silly to be mad about this stuff in light of hurricanes Harvy and Irma, but I haven’t found the button to press to shut of the out-of-your-mind anxiety that comes with… all of this.
We went into Abidjan for haircuts, shopping, and birthday lunch. It was particularly interesting.
We got off the bus at the typical Total station (gas station).
“Go over to the road,” LM said. “There’s a taxi that MM wants that looks clean.”
We approach the taxi as the driver sticks a little glass bottle with a green liquid up his nose. By the time I had gathered my thoughts enough to comment, we had negotiated the fare and were getting in. I figured that if they didn’t protest, then maybe it was medication?
But let’s face it: medication is rarely colored neon green.
This week, faculty orientation begins. Time to abuse the new faculty with last-minute schedule changes and the worst time slots. That Friday lab I no longer have? The new chem prof has it. We think. Nobody’s sure yet.
- Tabaski, new faculty. Also porn and komodo dragons.
It’s been a weird week.
- Nestle research facility
- Public transportation
- Link to video from church
Prayer request, folks: Please pray for the Muslims here around me, that they find Christ as savoir. Not because they’re bad people, but because they’re good people. Thanks.
In this post:
– Real estate agent disorganization (in which nobody is surprised)
– Bus rides are fun in rainy season (if you enjoy a ride)
– Random food
“If you want to use the internet in Cote d’Ivoire, it had better not rain.”
You’d think CI would have rainy season down by now, having grown up with it. Nope. San Pedro has been cut off from the rest of the country when their bridge was washed away. Many areas are flooded.
Update: There are now links to videos of the plantation visit on that blog post. Right after the photos.
Today is a holiday of some sort (another Christian holiday we don’t celebrate in the US, which is ironic given the self-proclaimed religions of the respective countries), and it’s been pouring all day. This means that I have not moved from a 10 foot radius and am still in pajamas. On the other hand, I’m making great progress on Kingdom Hearts 356/2, and organized the kitchen cupboard. (Yes, singular.)
It’s been A Week.
Flight decisions are agonizing. As it is, I have an 11 hour layover in Morocco, which is going to be fun without a laptop or Kindle. Thanks, terrorists, for ruining flight for everyone.
Meanwhile, I’ve been apartment hunting.
It’s rainy season. Or Power Outage Season, depending on your level of dependence on electronics.
Friday night was the gala dinner. I jumped at the chance to help out LM and MM in decorating for the first part, which had some VIPs coming (the university’s president, a representative from the US, etc). The second part was entirely the students. Let’s just say… the planning skills around here, particularly anticipating what can go wrong, could use some practice.