My iPal’s battery gives up its ghost. I get all of one good use out of this new toy of mine, after lugging it across the Atlantic. This means reverting to tinny computer generated music once again.
I continue to be cooped up at home, watching the house across the street going up at a rapid rate. Only one man is wearing a hard hat. The others are climbing up rickety ladders, bricks dangling from frayed ropes, no safety hats, no safety glasses. Scary really.
I meet with Dr. Mbam Mbam at WHO. I lose all my shyness and ask for all the data that I need. He obliges.
I pass by the Greek orthodox church and all the other surrounding embassies in Bastos.
This neighbourhood is filled with lots of monied expats. I have yet to see much of the local neighbourhoods.
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