It's raining outside. I just want to go to bed.
Gave two presentations today -- one to the Ambassador and various Emba-people, one to the Congolese government -- and then had a longish meeting at USAID. I have an executive summary thingy to write before leaving tomorrow, but I don't feel like doing that tonight. Early bed.
-- Commenter Lorraine asked about various dishes here in Kinshasa. Well, I have had capitaine (it's a river fish). But otherwise, no.
See, when travelling on business? I tend to be really conservative about food. No salads. Nothing with ice in it. No fruit I haven't peeled myself. All meats well done. Nothing too spicy (though I have taken small doses of the local pili-pili). Nothing too new and different. Nothing from street vendors or little local restaurants... in fact, no restaurants that aren't regularly patronized by the expat community.
That is so boring that it makes me a little sad to type it, but there it is. If I were living here, I would be a bit more daring; I'd want to discover exciting new local dishes, and I could afford to get sick now and then. But most of my business travel consists of short, intense assignments where I'm often already stressed, short on sleep, and unable to exercise (the Grand Hotel has an exercise room, but it's been undergoing renovations since 2007). And even if I did discover some fantastic new dish, I'd only be able to enjoy it once or twice before flying off to another continent, to return who knows when.
So I'm not willing to take even modest chances. I just can't afford to lose a day to illness (or a night to indigestion). Sad but true. It's sort of a monastic existence.
On the plus side, in Nairobi I found an all-night grocery store that sold McVities Digestive Biscuits, arguably the single best food substance ever! So there's that.
Okay, to bed.