Err, snakes? :S
August 22, 2009
Day-three. I thought diplomatic enclave was the answer. In short, it's not. In fact it's so not that I wonder why anyone would want to live there at all! It's back to the drawing board for me. Better news is that the domestic help (unfortunately-given-some-time-off) will return to my aunt's (currently my) house tomorrow and my life will generally get a little more organized. It's absolutely impossible, I discover, to work fourteeen hour days and still manage to clean up after oneself. It's equally difficult to live in a room that resembles a tornado-struck locality. Incidentally, other charms about Barakaho revealed themselves to me as my cousin casually told his driver to park the car towards the end of the driveway and not towards the entrance of the house. When I asked him why this particular instruction he just-as-casually informed me that if the car was parked right in front the guards couldn't see the snakes until they were entirely too close.