If you asked me two days ago what I thought of Abidjan, I would have said it’s a city of idle soldiers on cratered sidewalks telling market women to give them peanuts for free. I was not feeling it.
Behold the power of incredible Couchsurfing hosts. Faty, her boyfriend David, and brother Bless, have adopted me indefinitely. I am being treated to incredible meals and great conversation, not to mention an inside look at Abidjan. My French is in full effect and my stools have firmed up. What more could I ask for?
This internet connection is not worth my time and I need to go party like a Muslim at the end of Ramadan, so I will cut this a bit short and leave you with two photos.
This is David, one third of my couchsurfing hosts, wearing his favorite shirt:
Fucker. So What. I Fucked your sister!
Pure silliness in Cote d’Ivoire
PHIL, “BUS BUDDY OF THE PAST,”
Alison (my now sister-n-law?) just gave me your blog and, while I already thought you were fantastic, think your adventures are brave, brilliant, and basically, give a little more light to the world. If you ever land in New York, or Boston, find me. We will drink beers, catch up and be merry.
-M
Marissa1111 good to hear fro, you believe ,e there would be a ton of excla,ation points if i could find th,e on the keyboard. I will definitely be in NY someti,e in the not so distant future, sounds like q plan11111
Love the shirt!
The best part: he has know idea what it means