Stay calm and keep drifting.

Had a blast today on a rafting trip. A group of 21 of us went to someplace about two hours away to go rafting. It absolutely poured in the morning at the meeting time and during the ride there, it was pretty bad but once we arrived, the weather was fine.

And man, it was so much fun. I’ve only been rafting twice, and this was different – we didn’t have any paddles. They called it “drifting,” too, not rafting. So we were thinking that this might not be the whitewater weekend we’d planned, but it turned out to be really intense!

The rafts only held two people; I teamed up with Joi, who’s a lightweight. She’d bought one of the giant water guns and a little scooper thing we figured we’d use to target our friends in nine other rafts and however many other tourists in the rest of the boats.

And man, to the Chinese, it was a random Monday, but it was crowded. Without any paddles, we really did wind up drifting, and pinballing off each other. Right off the bat, Joi and I got caught in this circular pattern in one tidal pool, going in circles for about 10 minutes before someone liberated us.

The rapids were pretty intense, and some of the drops were pretty steep. Most of them were, really, and Joi and I just hung on for dear life. We’d emerge from the whitewater and start bailing water out, throwing it at other rafts. Joi was shooting left and right, and we kept getting caught in others’ crossfire. It was just so much fun.

At another point, I managed to scoop up a helmet that someone had lost, which worked out well since at a previous point I’d lost our own little scooper thing. Eventually, I found someone else’s scooper thing and bailed and bailed.

Joi was a hoot. I really thought I was going to lose her. We were facing each other, and usually going down the rapids, one of us was facing the front and the other was facing the back. When it was me going down backwards I just got a kick out of Joi’s face because she was just in hysterics. I just laughed and laughed. She told me I was just so calm the whole time and she was freaking out. Yeah, who’s calming the Marine?

I swear she was going airborne at one point and I felt like I was going to accidentally kick her because my legs kept flying up. The rocks were really shallow and when we went down some we’d feel them scraping our butts as we went down, and then we’d bounce off a big rock somewhere. At one point, we just hit rapid after rapid and smashed into some rock and I felt my entire neck jolt and crack, like you get at the chiropractor’s. I figure I have a good shot at waking up tomorrow with whiplash, but what a way to go.

It topped off a wonderful holiday weekend. I’d gone to Hong Kong and visited a friend there. She’d recently gotten a bunny and we went and splurged on him. It was cool to see a pet again, and he was fun to watch hop all over the apartment (which had a great view).

We also watched another colleague in a jujitsu competition, ate at a Michelin-star restaurant (It’s a famous one that they have in Taipei, too, and I’d know the name if you said it but I can never remember.) I did not go to a movie or get a haircut, which were two possibilities for the weekend, but I did opt to get a pedicure after eating one of the best three burgers I’ve ever had in my life.

Earlier this week, I got to play “hysterical woman” in a Marine drill. Weirdly, though, even though I played the victim, I got yelled at. “Get down on the floor!” Quite honestly, I could see how innocent people sometimes get mixed up with police. Even though this was just a drill, it was kind of confusing. The “bad guy” dude in my scenario had the (big plastic) “gun” and but it was me getting my shoes taken off. I found out later that one of the other “victims” in a different scenario had grabbed a (little plastic) “gun” and started shooting marines, which contributed to my treatment, but it was a confusing thing in the moment. I was thinking, shouldn’t someone be trying to console me? My colleague just a (big plastic) “gun” pointed at me and now you’re yelling at me to show me my hands? (And worse, you called me “m’am!) I needed a hug.

We were the last ones to do it and had no idea how long it would take to get to us. Our cue was something like “When you hear the radio,” so every time we heard something we’d start arguing and he'd wave the (big plastic) “gun” at me. It was supposed to be an argument over money, but we were adlibbing about every grievance about work we could think of. “Standing desk! Get me a standing desk!”  Early on, a guy working late came running down to the office, not realizing it was a drill. That was funny.  I thanked him for coming to my rescue.

Special someone

On the hunt for my Netflix, I checked my mail the other day and discovered that not only did “The Imitation Game” arrive, but I had a card from a special little girl.

Riley’s my favorite 5-year-old, hands down. She’s started full-time school now and has smitten her teachers with her smarts already. (I don’t know this for a fact, but I’m pretty sure that’s the case.) She’s also a cutie, so this Hula Girl is the whole package.

Riley also gives me a reason to fight my way through Chinese stores, because I like to send her little stuff that I find here. We’re talking really random stuff, like plastic hamburgers filled with some kind of Play-doh stuff, a map of Hong Kind Disneyland or Kinder Eggs.

For those who are not familiar with Kinder Eggs, they are these German chocolates shaped like an egg and the size of a regular chicken egg. They’re hollow and have little toys inside them. They’re in many, many countries, but not the U.S., mostly, as I understand it, because we’re way too litigious. In other countries, they’re smart enough to watch small children eat the eggs and make sure the kids don’t choke, but in the U.S., we don’t pay attention and let them choke, so then we sue. Therefore, the kind folks at Kinder figure we’re not responsible enough for their eggs. Which is a shame.

Anyway, Riley’s mom is more responsible than most American moms and Riley is good with the eggs. I sent one with a Disney something-or-another inside and got a request for some more. I don’t usually get requests, but was happy for this one as Kinder Eggs are sold on grocery store shelves here; it’s not like I go through a treasure hunt to find them.

And Riley appreciated the eggs! In the mail that day, I got not only my Netflix but also an envelope completely filled with stickers and addressed to me.

Inside was a sweet card with, “Dear Linley, I loved Elsa and the Kinder Eggs, love Riley.”

Not only had Riley scored some Kinder Eggs, but also some Disney (questionable licensing) figurines at a cool toy market I found on the way to the glasses market.

So what a sweet letter by a special kid! It’s going up in my cubicle next to the ones James and Ashley sent me.

She also thought of my prior to my trip to Florida last September and sharpened her art skills in my honor. On my visit, she presented me with a wonderful bag man and moose-ish clothespin figure. I’ve kept them on my nightstand since.

I am very tall. And very white.

These are two facts I knew about myself, but they seem to be new thing for many people.

Asia is a fantastic place to visit long-term. I honestly can’t imagine living here forever any more than I could envision myself in Morocco forever. Today, Sunday, I went to the all-denominational church here and was stunned at the number of ex-pats who have relocated here for the long term.

I just couldn’t do that. I have a friend who’s traveling now, scouting locations for her retirement community. She’s in Thailand this weekend. That’s not for me. I’ll wind up in Florida again at some point and not stay abroad for the rest of my life.

But in the meantime, I don’t mind being a two-years-at-a-time nomad, and Asia is a really good place to be stationed for awhile. It’s cheap (well, the parts I frequent are, anyway, the food is good and there are massages to be found everywhere.

Guangzhou has quite a few massage places. Since I mucked up my shoulder at Christmas during an all-body massage after hiking those mountains in Hangzhou, I’ve shied away from those a bit and have instead opted for the foot massage.

To most Americans, feet are those things on the end of your legs that house Nikes, but somehow here a foot massage goes all the way to your scalp. It’s pretty cool but can definitely be painful.

As I’ve been training for this 10k, my legs are absolutely killing me, especially the right calf. A foot massage to rectify that is absolutely the way to go.

I went with a colleague to a place that was new to me. Technically, I think it was new to him, too; it was a place he’d seen on his way to an acupuncturist a couple of weeks before. It said “Amazing Foot Massage,” and no one ever lies in advertising, right?

Since I speak not a word of Mandarin, I tend to just point to things like menus and hope for the best. This particular colleague had some Mandarin but we still had some issues but fortunately found ourselves directed to these big comfy chairs that reclined completely.

Massages here involve tea and fruit, in this case, watermelon. We’d finished the first round with our feet soaking in more tea when the masseuses returned to the room. My colleague, an extrovert, was chatting them up. Completely oblivious to the content of the conversation, I was just trying to relax as my masseuse was working on my feet and legs.

He translated some for me, telling me they’d asked him where he was from originally and then who I was. He’s maybe 5-3 and is a Vietnamese-American. I told him to tell them I was his daughter and mess with their heads.

I don’t know if he did that or not, but my masseuse just kept looking up at me, kicked back in the chair. She finally asked my buddy something and he laughed.

She’d wanted to know about my ancestry because I was so “very tall and very white.”

Whirlwind weeks

Yeah, I missed a week posting. The way things are going, I can barely keep up.

We’re getting lots of new people. Between this past week and the end of the month, we’re getting 10 people in my department. One of the newbies in the other department came from a post where there were only 12 Americans TOTAL. We were talking about some stuff and the contrast in perspectives was rather jarring, not in a bad way; just in a “wow, I forgot that kind of thing was possible” kind of way.

So Thursday evening I was at the airport, waiting on one of the newbies to arrive. We had three people coming in on that flight and four in that night. Of those, only one was not in my department. (He is one who is in the same position I am, though, in another department, and is on his third tour, so I am looking forward to meeting him.)

Looked bizarre so I thought I'd try it. "New feeling of soda beverage"? .

Essentially, it seems that this many new people is just some kind of record. Last year, IIRC, they were more spread out. The way the foreign service works is when you start, you come in and go through training with a “class,” then you get put into the first of two “directed tours.” You get a list and then “bid” on positions. Most posts have one, maybe two, positions available. Well, we’re getting a total of 10 from one class. It’s just insane.

My department has one big boss, two “deputies” who double as “unit chiefs” and then two more unit chiefs. Of these, I have a new big boss, one new deputy and one new unit chief. It’s been a lot of turnover at the top, and the entire atmosphere of the department has shifted. And it’s shifted in a good way.

This is not to say it was in a bad way before. I do not mean that whatsoever. But the new combination of people seems to mix differently than the previous combination of people. So far, the results have been overwhelmingly positive.

When you do teamwork workshops and all that, they say that there are four stages of a team: storming, forming, norming and performing, and you go start over at each personnel change. With a total of over 60 Americans in the department who are on two-year tours, that’s an average of one team member coming and one team member going every two weeks, that’s a lot of time spent in the “storming” phase, just because you can’t get out of it.

But so far, it’s been nice. Of course I say that with the top redone but the first-tour turnover just starting. A bunch of people already left and their replacements are the ones who are starting on Monday.

And the new boss. … I love him. It’s just a very different managing style than before, and I have been included in it. One of the first things he noticed is that I’m it in my position. Everyone knows that somewhere in their brain, but the realization of me having no backup struck him, and he’s already made queries to rectify it. If I am on leave, there are two people (local staffers) who sit at my desk, but my work goes largely undone. Someone who could jump in if I wanted, say, a three-week vacation, would be welcome.

New Boss also was shocked to learn that I am not included in managers’ meetings. I’m not a manager, so no automatic invite makes sense, but since I am “the closest thing to omniscient” that we have (this is what the other new unit chief told me; he’s a fast learner), it makes more sense that I am clued in on what is happening now and what is being considered. I was also given a chance to speak about some administrative issues and encouraged, as well as empowered, to do something about it.

It’s a definite change of pace. I’ve had several people walk up to me and congratulate me for getting this new boss, although I had zero to do with it. (He did say, however, that in his two decades or whatever, I was the most informative and thorough in reaching out to him as a new employee. All three of the higher-up newbies were utterly shocked that I said hi, then handed them their business cards, which I’d ordered months ago.)

It’s been so good this first full week that the old “deputy” told me she was a little concerned that it just could not possibly be this good, so there had to be some inevitable doom headed our way.

Until then, though, I am going to enjoy it.

I have, however, been incredibly busy trying to get people settled in and close out the old regime while starting on the new. Several times over the last two weeks, I have franticly working on something and realized that people were walking past my desk in droves. (I sit near a door.) I looked down at the clock on my screen each time and realized it’s past 5 p.m. I’m just that busy right now.

That’s a little funny because it reiterates every post is different. I was communicating with a friend in Astana and she asked me what “my consular officers” were doing. Taken aback because we’re so busy, I asked for clarification. Apparently they have one person in that department there and that person has gone on vacation because there’s nothing to do. My folks, on the other hand, are examining applications for 150k visas each month, and they have had up to 20 temporary workers to help them out. This might be a slow time for some, but it’s not for us.

Another friend who just left here worked in a different section. There are only maybe nine people in it, but all but three changed over. She’s just arrived back to the U.S. (and is eating well, I hear) and asked how it was going, saying the transition was almost over, right? Uh … for your department, maybe. We’re just getting starting.

But so far, it’s looking good, even if it is going to be super busy for awhile. I don’t mind busy.

Today, I took the couple I sponsored to the glasses market and to see a couple of things around the city. We went to this place where you can buy all kinds of Chinese chintz and I found a little dresser things that I like. I’d seen a similar – but way higher priced – one in Hong Kong earlier and I got the guy’s card. I’ve been to that place one time before and was overwhelmed but did better this time. It’s something like seven floors of crap – very intimidating. But if you think you need it, it’s there. You just have to find it. Zippy would love it.

No great plans for the rest of the weekend. I’m just basking in the happy work environment.

My new boss brought me Junior Mints. How awesome is that?

Pixar planning

Back from the weekend, where my sole goal was to see “Inside Out.” We just don’t get that many pictures here, but Hong Kong usually has better odds. A couple of weeks ago, I decided I was due again and made plans to go.

Originally, I tried to go last weekend, but the first three trains were full, so I postponed it. Sadly, I’d forgotten how quickly movies come and go here. The week before I made plans, “Mad Max” was also showing and I thought I’d do a twofer, but by the time the weekend rolled around, that one was gone. And it looked like the odds of seeing “Inside Out” were dwindling, too!

Fortunately, I did wind up seeing it and completely loved it. First, it’s Pixar, and for the most part, the movies are awesome. I really can’t pick my favorite. It’s like trying to name your favorite Coen Brothers film. I know what’s not my favorite, but that really narrow it down.

Second, I had no idea the main character was named Riley and loved hockey. Sold! Just a fantastic movie.

Anyway, backing up to the planning stage again, I had my ticket in hand and some hostel reserved when I started to verify where the movie was playing and discovered that show times had really been cut drastically.

It was no longer showing in the theater next to where I was staying (and had planned to stay for that reason) and the theaters where it was staying had dropped it to once daily. So long as the timing’s good, that’s not a problem, but logistically, I was scheduled to arrive around 10:30 Saturday morning and leave at 2:30 on Sunday. An 11:30 showtime doesn’t mesh well with either one of those, and that’s what was turning up.

I finally found one theater fairly near the train station (like maybe a total of metro stops on two different lines) at 11:20 and figured if the stars aligned, that would work. My back-up was an 11:30 p.m. showing in what would have been a long way from where I was staying, but that was the only other option.

And the stars aligned, but then fell out of the sky. I got in, breezed past customs (thank you, dip line), got on the train and found the right metro station with no problem. And then the problem. The theater’s ad had said there was a shuttle bus from the metro station to the theater, but it neglected to mention where it left from. There were lots of bus stops, but they were city busses, not shuttles, and everything else was written in Chinese.

At the very least, I figured if I walked really fast, I could get there in time for the thing to start. And I probably could have – if there had been a road. Instead, both exits on the metro put me on the opposite side of where I needed to be, and it was a solid building walking for 5-7 minutes in either direction. It had to have been the longest city block in the world. I didn’t have the address written in Chinese, either, so I couldn’t just flag a cab.

So … no 11:30 showing. Dejected, I went out exploring at that metro stop, which I hadn’t done before. (Hong Kong is a lot like New York – there are just all kinds of places to visit each time you go.) And, upon exiting through a shopping mall of some type, I surfaced outside with a completely different theater in front of me. I went in and discovered that they were showing “Inside Out” as well, but only once a day. Fortunately for me, the English showing was at 8 p.m., so I bought the ticket really early. As it was, there were only about 6-8 seats left.

Deliriously happy that I was going to see the movie, I ran across a Ruby Tuesday’s (American food!) and paid way, way too much for a meal of chicken, broccoli and pasta. I never should have done it, but it was good.

Upon finding my hotel, I went to my fallback Saturday plan, the one where I would still have something to do if I couldn’t see the movie. I went up to a beach and had a great time a wandering around.

The coolest things I discovered (while looking for rocks for me and Riley) were glass rocks. I’ve never seen them before, but the rocks appeared to have been beer bottles in former lives. I found bluish, brown, white and green. They were really awesome and I got a handful. I really don’t know how they got broken and churned up, but they were smooth on the edges and wouldn’t cut you no matter what. I ran into a mom and a little girl collecting them, too. They were going to put them into a bottle to display. I didn’t get that many but maybe I should have! Anyway, I really liked how God used the ocean to return trash to something useful. 

 

While searching the beach for some brown rocks – they were harder to spot – I found a TINY sea urchin shell! It was amazing, but it didn’t survive the trip home. It was not a full inch high. Completely intact until my bad packing job. I opened the little box I put it in and it disintegrated. But trust me, it was beautiful.

My trip was so successful that I decided to quit while I was ahead and head home early. It was only an overnight trip and my ticket was for the 2 p.m. train but I was able to change it and get back by 1:30 p.m.

The train is just phenomenal. I got off the train at 12:45 or something and by 1 p.m. I was solidly on the metro. The train station is only three stops away, so by 1:30 p.m. I was not only home but had stopped at the grocery store.

My roommate, who departs for good on Tuesday, is also out of town so I have the house to myself. I took advantage and cooked, then went back to the grocery store to get the drinks, cups and plates for my boss’ going-away party (still having nightmares over that one) and then baked the world’s ugliest cookies for it. I have no idea what is up with that sugar cookie recipe, but it does not work for me.

So I’m pretty much done for the evening, which is good because I am exhausted. The hostel was fine, but the walls were thin and the bed really hard. I did not get much sleep at all.

Tomorrow is going to be a big day – my new boss starts. So for a week I have two. Not sure how I feel about that part of the deal.

Go away

Where I work, summer is a big turnover time. Everyone works assignments that are usually two years long and there are two “transfer seasons,” summer and winter. Summer is by far the most popular, because this means that people with school-age kids can relocate when the kids are on vacation. Those without kids aim to get on the summer cycle if they didn’t start out that way because there are just more jobs. That means a bigger choice.

But the summer season also means you say goodbye and hello to a large number of people. Granted, my particular department is abnormal (60 Americans), but this Friday, I have six people leaving. That’s more than many people’s departments in full. And in addition to that, the bulk of the seventeen temporary employees will head back as well. That’s a lot of movement. (And a lot of paperwork.)

One day next month, I have three arriving – all on the same plane. It’s really kind of head-spinning.

Also on Friday, my intern/roommate is done with work, as is one of the others who’s stayed with me this year. Really, we keep the airlines busy this time of year.

Along with the goodbyes come goodbye parties. Let me just say for the record that I am so sick of them. They’re not all sad, because in this career you never know when you’re going to run into someone again and we always have each others' emails.

But the parties continue. And I’m getting worried. Not about the ones I’ve attended, but about the bar that’s been set.

My supervisor is one of the department heads. His is a higher-up position, second only to the Big Boss. There aren’t that many departments and his is, by leaps and bounds,  the largest department, especially when it comes to U.S. staff.

When the Big Boss left, we had a party that was a bit, um … excessive. Honestly, it was really, really over the top and should have been dialed down, or at least shared with all who were leaving. But it was not, and now I fear that my boss, second only to that position, will expect the same. And what’s worse is he’s been here for two assignments totaling five years. Based on this, he’s every bit excused to think that his own party would rival that one.

It’s not going to. And I am really starting to get concerned about it. I’ve collected less than $1 from the 200 people in my department, and that’s on purpose. We’re all so tired of kicking in for this going-away party, that in-house party and whatnot. I just couldn’t bear to say bring another $7 or whatever.

So I have barely any money. Plus, I’m having trouble motivating the local staff to really take it over. It’s a cultural thing, sort of a need for micro-managing and I just can’t do that on this topic. I care very little about sentimental things, so it’s really hard for me to come up with ideas on keepsakes and such. Plus I haven’t even been here half as long as the guy.

So that’s brutal. I have collected the money and we’ve got a little video, but I was kind of holding off on one person to leave before proceeding.

That’s one of my second-tier bosses. Really, he’s not a boss at all, but basically the structure in my department is the one guy had two “deputies.” One of those, the one over the largest sub-department, left on Friday.

And there were, by count FIVE parties. This is insane, and again, I fear it’s raised the bar.

First, there was a sub-department-wide party in which everyone kicked in something like $5. I couldn’t go because I had a doctor’s appointment. But the next day, the local staff bosses took him to lunch. Then there was a small apartment party for him, which I went to. The following day, the U.S. “deputies” took him out to lunch. Then, for crying out loud, there sub-section had ANOTHER party for him, right at the end of the day.

And this terrifies me because I am positive that my boss – the department boss – is going to expect at least six. It ain’t happening. And I am stressing out of it.

How come people can’t just smile, say thank you and walk away?

Playing Tourist

Did two big touristy things in Guangzhou this week: the circus and a river cruise.

Random placement of lions. 

Monday night, I went with two colleagues to a phenomenal circus, which was at the same place as the safari park (there’s also a water park, a crocodile park, a theme park and a hotel). We paid about $55 for it and it was totally worth it.

Oddly and sort of comfortingly, there were few animals. It was mostly acrobatics. Honestly, I was really preparing to be depressed over the treatment of animals, but in reality, with one exception, it didn’t seem abusive. Odd, but not abusive.

The odd started immediately, when the very first thing (after some clowns) was performers on horseback. The horses cantered around and these acrobats amazingly did all kinds of tricks. I don’t mean something as mundane as standing on a cantering horse; I mean more like three sets of people on each other’s shoulders straddling two cantering horses, or another performer flipping over and under another one. It was incredible. The oddness of that act was sitting in the middle: the horses cantered in a ring, with a giant clamshell-like thing in the middle. Seated in it were three people, petting lions. As Steph would say, Whisky. Tango. Foxtrot.

The other non-abusive oddities in the animal world were these really random interruptions. There would be some performers out, doing something mind-boggling, and then all of a sudden, a small herd of deer, a giraffe or an ostrich or something would run through.

Hamster wheel of death. I didn't take this photo.

I don’t remember many acts that were totally dependent on the animals. Most were used as dressing, like a parade of acrobats doing flips on motorcycles (people flips, not motorcycle flips) followed by a flock of flamingos. They did have elephants perform at one point. One stood with one foot on a stool and spun around with its three other legs off the ground. Two others flipped a jump rope.

The one animal thing that creeped me out was the bears. It was very unnatural. The bears were riding bikes and motorcycles. I didn't like that at all.

Most of the stuff was just unreal. They put on the circus every night, and I just don’t see how. The performers are from all over the world (there was a screen with a display prior to every act) and are just unbelievable.

Halfway during the horses, I turned to one of my colleagues and said it was worth every RMB we paid.

Insane motorcycle riders. Photo filched from internet.

The horses weren't even the coolest. Have you seen those big metal balls where people ride motorcycles in them? Like in upside-down circles? Well, they had one with THREE, and one guy went against the grain. I don't see how they didn't crash. Then they added more, and then they added more again. They had 7-9 motorcycles in it, with one guy going in an opposite direction. It was scary.

Then they had this giant thing like a hamster wheel that had four more hamster wheels out of it - four rotating circles rotating around a center one. They had guys in each circle, doing flips and jumps as the things rotated around the middle one. Of course, they flipped upside down on the rotation. Then they'd jump to the top of the circle, balancing as it rotated itself and rotated around the center. They started doing things like flips and jumps and did things like skipping rope and stripping. It was really fun. I was terrified for them. All three of us who went could barely watch.

My building (IFP) is to your left of the 100-story one.

The finale was this diving/trampoline thing. It was quite fun to watch, almost a comic routine. They had two trampolines in front of two “buildings” and, completely synchronized, people would jump off the “roof” and bounce back up into the “windows” or something.

They had three diving boards (two at “roof” level and one way higher) and again, it was synchronized to have them jump off into this pool that in the opening act had been set on fire. The finale for the diving thing was a guy all the way in the catwalks who dove down. I’ve no idea how deep that pool must have been.

So that was fun. It was on the must-do list, and an person who’s leaving soon wanted to go, so I joined her.

Another must-do was the river cruise, which is something I see from my bathroom window every night. We had a 40-something group from work, which was really awesome. The boat wasn’t just us, but we pretty much commandeered the second floor, which was the open, in-the-breeze one. I’d heard it had the potential to be hot, but it was really pleasant. And they gave us watermelon. I hadn’t expected that.

Canton Tower at night.

Really, it was just a slow boat where we went down the river for 30 minutes and then turned around and went back. The Guangzhou skyline is pretty amazing and everything lit up – including the bridges – was really pretty.

The fun thing was passing by my apartment building, just because I see the boats every night and this time I was on one. (Outing myself as being very lame, I know.) But it was cool, even if my photos didn’t turn out great.

One of my colleagues kept trying to get me to pose for the photos and I kept saying no. She didn’t let up and I eventually let her take some of me with my apartment building in the back, but they’re not very good. I’d also worked eight hours that day and had my hair in braids, so I look kind of silly – and hot. So I’m not going to post that.

So it was nice to play tourist. Today I went to an American food place, mentioned in several guidebooks, and had friend chicken and mashed potatoes, plus corn. It was FABULOUS.

It really was nice to have just a tourist day in my town. Really, there’s only one other thing that I absolutely want to see while I am here – a big park with a ram statue that is kind of the landmark – so I feel I’m on my way.