I may be posting a lot of photos about how beautiful it is out here and talking about how I can’t even walk a mile without someone loading me down with fruit, but don’t get me wrong – it’s not like I’m surfing an ocean of love out here.
I just passed through a village where the principal of a school told me their English teacher left. I asked how I could help and said I would come back next week and stay at the school for a week, but he turned me down, saying it wasn’t possible, Americans are killers and haters of Muslims.
Being the hater and killer that I am, I took my leave and walked about 500 meters (a quarter mile) further into the village before being summoned for tea. I enjoyed the first part of my tea, but drank the last part quickly and left when the conversation turned to how George W Bush and Obama are both Jews.
I am currently walking down the road carrying a bag of 8 pounds (4 kg) of fruit, including, once again, a melon, but it is fruit given to me by people who tell me I am a spy, a killer, and a hater.
By the way, when the guy at tea first mentioned Obama is a Jew who hates Muslims, I thought back to the principal of the school and said to myself, “Ah, that’s where the infection starts.” His poor students, they don’t stand a snowball’s chance in you-know-where.