Nam's rash - bedbugs?

On advice from a friend went to the National Stadium in search for a gym. Found it—it’s being used by the national weightlifting team, who were only too pleased to invite me to join them. Next door was the national boxing team, and apparently I will start training with them next week too!

Elvis, who cancelled our meeting because of the death of his aunt, then said that he had been sick and didn’t make it to the funeral. However he told Nam that he was out of town. What a character. He informed me that he rented a hall at an expensive hotel for $300 to host our first workshop—an obscene amount. A) JHR doesn’t have that kind of money (at least they won’t pay for actually useful things like textbooks that I ordered etc.), and B) an ostentatious show of wealth is not exactly in keeping with the message we’re trying to send.

Ordered JHR business cards and ID cards… quite a formal process at the business centre. I had to write and sign a letter to the company requesting them. SLeoneans can be the most needlessly formal people, no doubt the British colonial influence.

Went out with Jen… started off at Andrew’s Sports Bar, horrible ex-pat and ex-pat rock band, then left for China House for some excellent African music, then to Patty’s for a mix of locals and ex-pats, lots of reggae. We traveled around with our landlord Reggie and his souped up SUV, parked out front, didn’t have to pay cover. Stayed out surprisingly late, had fun discussion about love with Jen. She, apparently would date Michael Moore.