So.... Antigua was positively awesome. First, it's a lovely town, very colonial, inhabited by locals, of course, but also by many foreigners who go there for the lovely, laid back lifestyle it affords. In the park, people sit on the floor, play the guitar. It's not uncommon to come across a giant blond rasta-endowed European.
Here are the pics. No blond rastas, though. I'm including a teaser pic below.
I went there using the local transport system, against all prescriptions I'd been given, and have no regrets. It was dirt cheap, remotely comfortable, and the people were nice. I spent Saturday night at a backpacker hotel that was absolutely horrible, but in truth, I didn't care. It was nice to be out of the bounds of work. I think I'm getting tired of those fetters. I shall break this glass prison, and descend from my ivory tower, she says decisively.
My return to reality was harsh, though - mostly because.... horror.
I'm not going to Bolivia. Instead, I'll be cooking in Benin and Niger. Joy unbound. Sure, I'm at ease in West Africa. Sure, it's French speaking. BUT I LIKE LATIN AMERICA. And well, the amount of time I spend in this area of the world is directly disproportional to the amount of time I've overall spent in Africa in my life. Oh, the irony.
I had dinner with the BFH tonight, and my cute childish pouty lip was ignored, so it seems I have no choice but to abide.
I feel cursed.
The Beaver
My guest map is wonderful ! And you'd all be wonderful to post, all of you lurk mode readers!Here are the pics. No blond rastas, though. I'm including a teaser pic below.
I went there using the local transport system, against all prescriptions I'd been given, and have no regrets. It was dirt cheap, remotely comfortable, and the people were nice. I spent Saturday night at a backpacker hotel that was absolutely horrible, but in truth, I didn't care. It was nice to be out of the bounds of work. I think I'm getting tired of those fetters. I shall break this glass prison, and descend from my ivory tower, she says decisively.
My return to reality was harsh, though - mostly because.... horror.
I'm not going to Bolivia. Instead, I'll be cooking in Benin and Niger. Joy unbound. Sure, I'm at ease in West Africa. Sure, it's French speaking. BUT I LIKE LATIN AMERICA. And well, the amount of time I spend in this area of the world is directly disproportional to the amount of time I've overall spent in Africa in my life. Oh, the irony.
I had dinner with the BFH tonight, and my cute childish pouty lip was ignored, so it seems I have no choice but to abide.
I feel cursed.
The Beaver
Thanks and may the winds of Fate blow your way !
2 comments:
Sorry to hear your heading back to Africa. I am rather partial to Latin America myself, but then I'm sure you knew that.
Glad you got to spend some time experiencing it, though.
Perhaps it's none of my business, but whatever happened to wood pixie? Did the distance prove to be too much? Sorry to hear things didn't work out, no matter the cause.
Thanks, Tina. I know I'll be fine in Africa - it's West Africa, I know the place and the people. It's just less... exciting, like anything familiar would be.
It's also stressful to have to scramble for last minute visas and plane tickets.
About wood pixie... we split a year and a half ago. He... I don't know, it was complicated. We weren't right for each other, in the end, I guess. It nigh killed me, but I'm fine now.
Email break ups suck, though. I recommend them to no-one.
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