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It is nearly impossible to explain life here. What you see, hear and smell transfers poorly onto a picture. Helena spent a week here and we talked quite a bit about what it was like here, and how we perceived it. I worked five of the days when she was here, but she managed anyways. In part due to that she immediately confiscated my friends.
The first day she was here, we went around town. Tried the blue mini buses. Cramped, smelly and lovely. Managed to find our way to the National Museum, where Helena with her blond hair was the biggest attraction. These girls followed us around most of the visit.
We ate at the “Lucy” restaurant, where they have a stuffed donkey and razorblades as decorations.
Then we went back to the Hilton for some Gazebo fun.
I enjoyed spending the day with Helena, reliving my first time here. The culture shock is enormous initially, but she seemed to do ok.