I am sitting at a table with an old Vietnam vet who is
writing a book on chimpanzees. However, at the moment, he is taking my requests
for Niel Young and John Denver as I work though the last of my work emails. He
is now engaged in conversation with this widow who is here with her son’s
ex-fiancé’s father who was an international playboy turned travel companion for
her since her husband passed. Side note, I want to look like this lady when I
am older, she is radiant. They speak of Christians and how they know many
atheists who act more Christian than those who claim Christianity. He sings
bluegrass and Americana for me, I have told him it will help give me a head
start on reverse culture shock. Every song has at least one or two people in
the restaurant singing along with him. There are 4 westerners and 5 Ugandans in
here. Singing as they check facebook, signing as they watch football, singing
as they write blog posts... I woke up this morning , a Wednesday morning, expecting
to leave Congo on Friday. Here it is, Wednesday evening and I am having chips
and beer for dinner singing along to Margarita Ville. Mmm… I cannot wait to have
a good margarita with some proper chips and salsa.
2 comments:
I actually really wanted to sing along with you and the old hippie that time. I decided against it after concluding that I wanted to spare all the guests from my fantastically bad singing. Only the shower should be aware of my lack of talent.
BTW, hope you're doing well.
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