NaNoWriMo!

I finished my novel!

I wrote over 50,000 words in the month of November, on a novel I haven't named yet. Here's the (as yet unpublished) jacket blurb:

The terrorists who blew up superspy Nathalie Jahangir's city have crawled out from underneath their rock and have returned to wreak havoc on London's financial infrastructure. Nathalie's got to use every trick in the book, and a few new ones she's invented, to stop the mayhem, save the Queen, and get a date for the Royal Wedding. Fortunately, she's up to the challenge.

Great Circle Map

These are my flights so far this year.

The Internet is very cool!

More soon from Alaska...

Back to Africa

The road from the airport was so familiar, as was the taxi driver, Elias. Everywhere I turned, a familiar face. Zambia holds so many fun memories - it disguises how hard I worked there last year. Somehow I found time to have a big impression made on me, and to make many small impressions around Lusaka. The barista at Ababa House, my coffee and internet haunt, made this for me when I arrived:

It was jacaranda season - purple everywhere. These trees are especially stark because of their dark black trunks, against which those purple flowers seem to color the sky around them.

Last year at the same time, I was in Lusaka watching these mammoths bloom and, then, a couple weeks later, yield those blossoms to the wind.

I went to Mumbwa in Central District for the project we're evaluating, and learned how Land O'Lakes and World Vision distributed food to families and how they knew what price to pay for their local maize, beans and oil.


Somehow I made time for a lot of catching up with friends here, too. There was ping pong at the Milennium, fajitas and margaritas at Revolucion, G&Ts with Michael on his back porch with (now) three cats(!), the (in)famous Keri Shandy drink (2/3 red wine, 1/3 coca cola) at the Taj Pamodzi Hotel lounge, a trip through the finally completed Manda Hill Mall (and subsequent Zambian dress purchase), multiple coffees at Arcades, pickup volleyball against some uppity teenagers at the American International School, dinner with John and family including beans purchased at Soweto Market while doing research on bean price trends, and to close it all out, a trip back to Ababa House for one more coffee:

Dubai Bai Night

A night in Dubai. I had a layover between Afghanistan and Zambia at DXB, and I had read that there were some FlyerTalkers celebrating a birthday there. I took a cab downtown and had dinner with them, and looking out over the balcony of the restaurant I could see the Creek full of boats all lit up like Christmas. There were lots of cargo ships as well, heading to Iran according to my cabbie.

The cabbie drove me around to see the World's Tallest Building, at least before it gets superceded by another that's under construction. We also drove past the World's Largest Shopping Mall, the World's Most Under Construction Rich People Zone, and the World's Most Superfluous Expenses part of town. Dubai must be a weird place to live, like Vail gone global.

First night in Kabul

I've arrived without a hitch, after that long wait in the Dubai airport. I feel much better, having slept on the flight to Kabul. The guest house and compound where I'm staying is extremely nice, and seems well "fortified." There are armed guards who have worked for the company for years, and inside it's a very comfortable home on one side, very modern with all the conveniences, and offices on the other side. There's a gym and a snooker table (Dad? A little help there? How do I play snooker?) I brought my ping pong kit too.

They gave me a tour of the home and I'll just be here tonight, no going out or anything. Three meals, daily room cleaning and daily laundry are included in the room for $11 a day. NICE!!!! It's super comfortable. There was one room with a picture window that let in more light, but I took the more "inside" room out of an abundance of caution. Paranoia, probably, but whatever. There's a Salvadoran man working here and we had a nice chat about Latin America. How nice to speak Spanish so far from that side of the world! The big burly security guard named Paul picked me up at the airport with a driver, Jamal. Then there are staff members all over the house - because Saturday is a work day. It's a six day work week (not like that's anything new...) and Friday is the day off. Who knew?

When I was in line for the immigration counter, the other Western women put on scarves - lucky I had thought to bring one. I didn't have a mirror, and had never practiced, but I made it through immigration and out to the waiting car without a hitch. Probably I look like a rookie. But I've never been in a country like this. The closest thing, geographically, was the south of Russia, which is nominally Muslim and the call to prayer rings out each night over the city. But there, it was pretty secular - people didn't stop what they were doing to pray.
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All is well here. We bought a ping pong table for the compound today, after we got done working. Hey, we need to wind down, right? And beer is $112 a case!!!!! Might as well get a ping pong table for not quite double that amount, at least it'll last longer than the beer.

I of course beat everyone in the house except the Crazy Croat, who could probably hit the ping pong ball through the wall if he wanted to. But I did pretty good. Dad would be proud.

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The client asked for a "working dinner." Who ever heard of such crap? Working lunch, sure. Sit around and eat dry chicken and talk about deliverables, we've all done it. But a "working dinner"? C'mon. The security guys heard our conversation about this, looked at each other and smiled: they'll be in Kandahar when the working dinner happens, and will miss it completely.

Note to client: you can be sure you've proposed something stupid when people would rather be in Kandahar than participate.

Being here is weird and close, with working and living together. But it's appealing. I could see living like this, focusing on a project I enjoyed and putting my heart into it. Why not - there's not much else to do with one's time besides ping pong.  I did meet a nice guy:
 

 
Wali's very friendly! And he likes Jack Daniels. I'm sure he and Kyle would get along famously. 

Today it's your birthday!

The canoe

I woke up on my birthday in Harare, Zimbabwe. A quick run, breakfast, and the taxi was ready to take me out to a safari day camp about 40km from the city. We got stopped twice by cops - I think a face like mine looks like "MONEY" as they see us pass, and they want to see what I'm willing to pay for free passage.

The first thing I did when we got to the camp was to take a canoe out to the center of a choppy little lake, with marsh on one side and a very green farm on the other. Returning from the middle of the lake, we were pushing into a headwind - row, row, row, row, and barely go. We made it, but I know of three pairs of arms that seemed to be made of boiled pasta afterward.

Let's see, what's next on the Birthday Bucket List? Riding on an elephant, of course! This big fella is called Patsy. His hide was so thick and the hair so coarse, there would have been no way to do this without that blue blanket. I never knew elephants were like that.

 

He's corkscrewed his whole trunk to get the carrots from her.

This woman's elephant was very frisky

Time to dismount. Or blow us with water.

There were zebras following us. Maybe they thought we would give them the carrots. The guides told us that zebra kicks are among the most menacing dangers in Africa - even lions fear them. Here they just look kind of striped and small. But it's all in the angle - I'm actually quite far from them.






This shot's for Dominique, wherever she is.

The safari camp cares for orphaned or injured animals, like this lion, Bryon. Oddly enough, that's also this guy's name. He's a BBC correspondent in Zimbabwe. They look like they're having a nice little confab about life on safari, and you'd swear that lion was smiling.

One of his fellow lions, in a separate enclosure, was not nearly so sanguine about our visit. This one is not tame, but rather a rescued lion who will live out his days with a lovely female (not quite visible in the photo) which he is protecting at the moment this photo was taken. The guide put his hand and my camera through the enclosure fence, then called Brutus' attention. Brutus obliged, scaring the living crap out of everyone on the tour. He was behind a fence, but he is so big and forceful, no fence really looks strong enough.

Even when we'd left the immediate area of Brutus' enclosure, he continued to warn us of what would happen if we messed with his lady. Makes for interesting audio, though the video's not that exciting...

Dad's DC tour

Dad came to DC in September for a reunion of sailors from the U.S.S. Hornet. Dad's in the upper right corner, the classy looking one. I heard stories... these guys have lived a lot. I never knew Dad was an electrician working on the gyroscope of the ship. There were so many guys on the ship that even if they were on at the same time, they often didn't know one another. Hard to imagine a floating city, but that's what it sounds like.














It looks like they're coming to agreement on something, doesn't it? Dad and Raya got along just fine, because Dad was not opposed to feeding her.













We went from elegant to tourist from one day to the next. We toured the city, saw the Washington Monument and Arlington National Cemetery, visited the tribute to those who died at the Pentagon on 9-11, and closed the week with a lovely dinner in honor of the attendees.

Part of Dad's tour took him to the U.S. Naval Academy in Annapolis, where he met this goat.

Another evening's fun took us to the Kennedy Center for a rousing showing of Shear Madness, a play about a murder in a hair salon that changes each night based on audience suggestions. There was a hamburger hat in the lobby that Dad refused to buy for me, but he did take this lovely photo.

Even better, in Dad's mind, than me in a hamburger hat is the following photo of me standing in front of the Air Force tribute to the DC victims of 9-11. I know he thinks this is very funny, otherwise I wouldn't include it here. I just wish I'd been having a better hair day.