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The day and evening were good ones. Around lunch we went to the school
where the brunette worked and found that the children were all hams
for the camera, mobbing the Swede when he produced his.
Later we went to their friend's house, a guy named Olaf who was
working for a German NGO (apparently those guys are all over helping
developing nations develop, something to do with WWII I think). At the
get together the Swede got pretty chummy (read: slow grinding to
crappy euro-pop) with a local girl, I was all for this because it
meant I wouldn't have to share the bed that night. Go Swede.
But later I woke to rain on the corrugated steel of our roof and saw
him asleep in a sleeping bag on the floor. I thought at least I didn't
wake to him climbing in next to me; that might have been awkward.
Blanket tents don't always come just in the morning.
At breakfast before we left the questions did come up though. He said
that when they arrived at her place she had told him to be quiet
because she lived with her parents, but not to worry, only her cousins
were there; they just had to mind not to wake her two children. As a
side note we're talking about a two-room block shanty here. This
didn't bode well for the Swede so he decided to walk back to the Peace
Corps girl's house. But I knew better, this guy was shameless and
there had to be more to the story.
Of course there was. In the car as soon as we'd driven off I asked him
about it. He told me they had been hooking up outside when he asked
her what her status was, if she was positive. She said yes but still
expected him to go in with her. There was a bit of awkward silence
before she furtively said she was kidding. More awkward silence.
'So are you positive?' he asked.
'maybe,' she was being coy in a terrible, terrible non-foreplay like
way. So he left.
19th Jul 2008, 00:11