Last night I ended up going out to a few parties with the folks I met the night before plus or minus a few – the film maker, the radio journalist, a few teachers and several others.
I’m glad to say I made it less than a week before being robbed. I was lucky – I wasn’t carrying my passport. And although I lost a whack of money in terms here, in reality it was probably only $150 or so. Though it’s hard to tell.
One of the women was driving us around in her jeep, with three of us sitting in the back. We ended up a bit lost and an a not so nice part of town. At some point, someone – get this – reached into the cab of the jeep, with all of us sitting in it and stole my purse. I bloody well didn’t notice.
I expected to be mugged, I expected my hotel room to be robbed. I did not, however, expect to be robbed by someone reaching into a car and taking a purse OFF my shoulder without me noticing. I feel like an idiot.
But life goes on. I’m back on the phone hunt today (the phone they sold me didn’t work so I had to take it back). A good nap will also be welcome. I didn’t manage to get in until almost 4 a.m.
Ahh yes, and the icing on the cake was walking into the bathroom this morning and seeing a decapitated, massacred rat. The rat was in about 5 pieces. And very large, this is no wussy Canadian rat we’re talking about. I’m of mixed emotions about the rat. First off, it stinks that there are rats, but really I think it’s just part of life here. Second, I was darn proud of our cat for doing her duty. Keep up the good work.
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Go Katie!
Go Kitty!
Boo to Dubai!
Boo to drunk me and passport stealing me!
Yay to lots of blogging and pictures!
Yay to new friends in Uganda!
Boo to purse stealers!
Well, an adventure it is, indeed indeed. Nothing so adventuresome going on here, just some presentation work. It never goes as quickly as one might like. Boo. I think I’ll go to the movies tonight though. It would be so cool if cats would kill slugs so that I wouldn’t have to.
You didn’t get your camera stolen did you Kate? Because I mean really, if you’re going to write about giant rats in five pieces the least you could do would be to post some graphic photos of it.
Oh, and don’t feel bad about losing your purse so stupidly. I had my cell phone taken from my front jeans pocket last Friday by a nice smiling Kenyan man on a matatu. I noticed this about five minutes after I’d gotten off the thing. Three hundred contacts of friends, family, sources, authorities: gone, gone, gone.
Haha,
I actually thought about taking a photo of what was left of the rat. Although it would have required me to move some parts to fit it all in the frame. Decided I would just gaze in horror for several minutes. Besides, this is a PG13 blog. I spent some time with the cat today petting it and trying to build up a relationship. I am trying to convince it to eat the rat next time.
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