| (2003-09-09) Banjul My first time in the capital city today. I've just arrived at my new work place, and my coworker slash boss man sat me in front of a computer so I could check my email. He met me near my hotel today so that he could walk me through the public transportation system... which is good, because I've got a slight phobia of public transportation, even in Canada. There's something about full busses that make me so nervous I try not to ever take them. These busses are worse. They're like small moving vans, with windows cut into the side, seats somehow attached to the bottom of the van, and me and about 12 African men jammed into the fast vehicle, passing peanut and rice fields. This scares me. But I'm not willing to spend the $2.50 every day to take a personal taxi. I'm living in a Third World Country, and I know that I am going to have to live like they do, at least part of the time. Getting out of my comfort zone. This is what I wanted to do when I signed up for this deal. And so far, I feel good about the decision. Boss man guy thinks that I'm going to regret it in a couple of months, and he may well be right, but for now, I'm happy that I did this. But every night, I dream about seeing him again in London Heathrow... and it keeps me smiling. Note: Period + Larium = feeling sad all day and then having horrible nightmares. Awful. Death. My evil step father. Weird Nuns. I hope I don't have to go through this every month. |