BON APPETIT!!
Feb. 13th, 2006 09:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amalthyaMonday 8:08 am
I know that Carol likes her room at the Hotel Stella much better than her room at the Karibu, and I know she moved closer to town to feel safer, but I sure as hell don't feel safer at the Stella.
When we arrived yesterday, the parking lot was filled with gun-toting soldiers. That can't ever be a good sign and, as a first impression, it was certainly unnerving.
Then, this morning, when we went down to the restaurant for breakfast, more soldiers. Around every corner, soldiers. Guns, big guns, soldiers. It was a lot to take in.
As we were finishing breakfast, this enormous guy walks in, decked out in full military regalia, and this big red hat, and well, he's clearly some sort of general.
"BONJOUR!" he booms at us. "BON APPETIT!"
He was such an imposing figure that his "bon appetit" felt more like a command than a suggestion.
What seemed worse was the horde of additional soldiers that came down the path after him. One of them was rather jolly, dancing down the path, all Gene Kelly-esque, using his enormous gun like Gene Kelly would use his umbrella.
"Eek," whisper I to Carol. "He's dancing."
"How comforting," replies Carol. "He's probably drunk already."
Feeling uncomfortable and profoundly unsafe, Carol and I get up, and exit the restaurant. Free breakfast or no, get us the hell out of there. It's difficult to enjoy your breakfast when you're sitting 3 feet away from someone who looks like they KILL people for breakfast.
I should google to see who this guy was. The hotel staff guy said that he was "The Congolese General of Aviation"
I'll definitely google that when I get to the office.
I know that Carol likes her room at the Hotel Stella much better than her room at the Karibu, and I know she moved closer to town to feel safer, but I sure as hell don't feel safer at the Stella.
When we arrived yesterday, the parking lot was filled with gun-toting soldiers. That can't ever be a good sign and, as a first impression, it was certainly unnerving.
Then, this morning, when we went down to the restaurant for breakfast, more soldiers. Around every corner, soldiers. Guns, big guns, soldiers. It was a lot to take in.
As we were finishing breakfast, this enormous guy walks in, decked out in full military regalia, and this big red hat, and well, he's clearly some sort of general.
"BONJOUR!" he booms at us. "BON APPETIT!"
He was such an imposing figure that his "bon appetit" felt more like a command than a suggestion.
What seemed worse was the horde of additional soldiers that came down the path after him. One of them was rather jolly, dancing down the path, all Gene Kelly-esque, using his enormous gun like Gene Kelly would use his umbrella.
"Eek," whisper I to Carol. "He's dancing."
"How comforting," replies Carol. "He's probably drunk already."
Feeling uncomfortable and profoundly unsafe, Carol and I get up, and exit the restaurant. Free breakfast or no, get us the hell out of there. It's difficult to enjoy your breakfast when you're sitting 3 feet away from someone who looks like they KILL people for breakfast.
I should google to see who this guy was. The hotel staff guy said that he was "The Congolese General of Aviation"
I'll definitely google that when I get to the office.
