Indochine

We all went out to an Asian restaurant last night to bid adieu to Elizabeth. We had a good time talking to some of the other interns. Too bad I did not notice that the restaurant also served Thai food - I would love some chicken pad thai right about now.

The group paid with some of the newly exchanged currency - which I procured earlier in the day. Turns out that currency exchange is way more stable and safe if done through UN contacts. Our contact is a guy named Barry who sets up shop across the street from UNAMSIL headquarters and keeps his cash in plastic bags. Initially, exchanging money through the passenger window of a UN transport 4x4 is a bit of a thrill. Then I realized I had to count about 750 bills of 5,000 Leones. When we settled the bill last night we had a stack of money about 5 inches high to pay for what amounted to approximately $250 worth of food. One of the interns took a picture of the stack to commemorate the occasion.

While on my trek to exchange currency, I was fortunate enough to be driven by the old mosque in downtown Freetown. Very cool edifice facing the ocean. I also saw the domestic courthouse - which was rebuilt within the last 4 years. But the hightlight of the trip was seeing the Old Cotton Tree. The tree is as old as the city - and every bit as beautiful as the city is in places. It is a symbol of endurance and strength for everyone.

The Indian and Lebanese contingents seem to be doing well. They own the grocery and building supply stores around the city. I always forget to ask the Indian store owners where I can find a cup of chai.

Oh yeah, quick update on the sick Dutch intern. Apparently, it was food poisoning. He remains at the hospital for now, but we are quite certain he will recuperate.

I must leave you for now babe
I will endeavor to make this last week go as fast as possible.
See you here on Monday
I love you
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxo