Things are now progressing very fast and Stephanie and I are now rushing to complete last minute tasks. While the last two years have flown by, the two weeks before the trip seem to have slowed to a crawl. Poor Stephanie is bearing the brunt of a rapidly deteriorating maturity level on my part. What little maturity I have left is being scraped together for the last few days of work, leaving very little for home. Things will only deteriorate further when we get to London and my brothers and I are reunited. There will be lots of rowdiness, probably more than a bit of egos clashing on Mario Cart battle mode on the old N64. Mom's going to be giddy, so we probably won't get much help from her.
As for Dad, aka the reconnaissance element, he is already on the ground in Sierra Leone, West Africa. I have deduced from his reports that the air is breathable, and that the environment can support white people. However, the lobster look is quite common for the whites and they like to hang out at any place with an air conditioner. More importantly the ferry crossing from the airport to the capital city was fairly straightforward and the rainy season (monsoon season) is in it's final death throes, with storms every night but only the occasional precipitation in the daytime.
I figured I would post this picture of the neighbour kids and us. I'm hoping we'll get to see most of them in the next few weeks. It would also appear, from the picture, that I was dealing with poultry long before I started working at Granny's Poultry.
Three more sleeps.
R.W.
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