I had to miss work on Wednesday, because I got a really bad stomach infection. I had been feeling funny all week, but suddenly, overnight, it got so much worse. In the morning, I couldn't even walk by myself. My apartment mate helped me get to the clinic, and they gave me rehydration salts and some antibiotics.
I'm not quite sure what made me sick, but I suspect it is this barbecue. The place, called Khan's Barbecue, is an auto repair shop by day, and a Tandoori barbecue stand at night. Their chicken is really good, and the owner, Khan, is a really nice man. The chicken is delicious, but sometimes is undercooked, and there will be raw pieces. I will probably go back, but I will check my chicken more carefully to make sure it is fully cooked.
On another note:
This weekend I stayed in Arusha, and made a new friend. I suppose for anonymity's sake I will call her Greta. Greta essentially is a gangster princess. When we met her in the office, she seemed very demure and calm. She drives a car here, so she took us to go eat lunch. On the way there, she parks wherever she wants to on the street, and throws shillings at the police who come scuttling over. Bums will approach, and she'll just give them shillings because she is "too tired" to deal with them. Later that night, we all go out together. As she's driving us, she takes a bottle of vodka from the side of her seat and chugs it while we're rolling down the road. As we exit to go into the club, some local club called AQ, she pours the rest of the vodka into a plastic water bottle and commands my room mate to stuff it into his back pocket. At the club however, they've got higher security than the UN does--not only do you have to walk in through a metal detector, they also manually run over your body with a handheld detector. I can walk in through the UN detectors with my keys and wallet, but in this one even my cell phone beeped. They searched through my purse, I guess to make sure I wasn't carrying any weapons. Of course, they discovered the hidden bottle. Greta was telling us that no one in Arusha buys drinks at the bar, they bring their own. Of course, my room mate failed, and in her opinion, at the very least should have chugged the vodka before giving the bottle to them. The club is definitely a local club, not the expat ones that we have been going to. Afterwards, Greta offers to drive us home. We worried that she was drunk, but one of our landlord's children said she's fine, so we figured it was probably okay and put on our seat belts. She drops us off safely, but then as she backs out, hits a car, then just drives away. She sends me a text message saying that her car is fine, despite the hit and run. Note also that according to Greta, 84% of the people in Arusha have guns. I wonder if Greta has a gun too. Anyhow, Greta is very cool, and definitely will take care of her friends. The next day, the driver of the car that got hit came to our apartment, because our useless security guard told him that my roommate and I had hit the car (even though we don't drive here, and were actually outside of the car when Greta hit it). Of course our other room mates were not pleased about the situation, since the guy woke us all up at 7:00 am. We worried that he'd come back with the police, so we called Greta, and she basically came, threw 40,000 shillings at the guy, and everything was okay.
I'm not quite sure what made me sick, but I suspect it is this barbecue. The place, called Khan's Barbecue, is an auto repair shop by day, and a Tandoori barbecue stand at night. Their chicken is really good, and the owner, Khan, is a really nice man. The chicken is delicious, but sometimes is undercooked, and there will be raw pieces. I will probably go back, but I will check my chicken more carefully to make sure it is fully cooked.
On another note:
This weekend I stayed in Arusha, and made a new friend. I suppose for anonymity's sake I will call her Greta. Greta essentially is a gangster princess. When we met her in the office, she seemed very demure and calm. She drives a car here, so she took us to go eat lunch. On the way there, she parks wherever she wants to on the street, and throws shillings at the police who come scuttling over. Bums will approach, and she'll just give them shillings because she is "too tired" to deal with them. Later that night, we all go out together. As she's driving us, she takes a bottle of vodka from the side of her seat and chugs it while we're rolling down the road. As we exit to go into the club, some local club called AQ, she pours the rest of the vodka into a plastic water bottle and commands my room mate to stuff it into his back pocket. At the club however, they've got higher security than the UN does--not only do you have to walk in through a metal detector, they also manually run over your body with a handheld detector. I can walk in through the UN detectors with my keys and wallet, but in this one even my cell phone beeped. They searched through my purse, I guess to make sure I wasn't carrying any weapons. Of course, they discovered the hidden bottle. Greta was telling us that no one in Arusha buys drinks at the bar, they bring their own. Of course, my room mate failed, and in her opinion, at the very least should have chugged the vodka before giving the bottle to them. The club is definitely a local club, not the expat ones that we have been going to. Afterwards, Greta offers to drive us home. We worried that she was drunk, but one of our landlord's children said she's fine, so we figured it was probably okay and put on our seat belts. She drops us off safely, but then as she backs out, hits a car, then just drives away. She sends me a text message saying that her car is fine, despite the hit and run. Note also that according to Greta, 84% of the people in Arusha have guns. I wonder if Greta has a gun too. Anyhow, Greta is very cool, and definitely will take care of her friends. The next day, the driver of the car that got hit came to our apartment, because our useless security guard told him that my roommate and I had hit the car (even though we don't drive here, and were actually outside of the car when Greta hit it). Of course our other room mates were not pleased about the situation, since the guy woke us all up at 7:00 am. We worried that he'd come back with the police, so we called Greta, and she basically came, threw 40,000 shillings at the guy, and everything was okay.
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