My week in Ft. Dauphin

I’ve been in Ft. Dauphin (south-east coast) the past week working as a consultant for CARE. It’s been a quick week. This phase of my life seems punctuated by alternating periods of under- and over-employment, where each period quickly fills me with a longing for the period I just left.

Anyway, here are some of the week’s highlights—good, bad, bizarre:

1. Climbed Pic St. Louis; from that height you can’t see how dilapidated the town is.
2. Twice, drunks chased me: the first time was scary, the other funny.
3. Made it out to the countryside; appreciated how friendly people are outside of Fianar.
4. An unsolicited prostitute knocked on my door at 3:30am, offering bargain-basement rates. (No, I didn’t take her up on her offer.)
5. During a run, was mistaken for the winner of a 160-kilometer ultramarathon that had begun 16 hours earlier. Did not accept the cash prize; accepted bragging rights.
6. “Misplaced” 150,000 Dijeridoos somewhere.
7. KP and I celebrated 5 years of marriage (yeah)—by SMS (boo).