And now for something completely different...

I'm currently sitting at the little internet cafe that could in the town near where I live. I'm on the northern coast of Guyana for training, and I like the coast much more than Georgetown. Although going out at night is a little unnerving due to potential dog attacks, and going out during the daytime is strange due to potential goat attacks. But it is what it is.

My host family is fantastic. My host dad Mickey officially knows EVERYBODY along the coast, and has subsequently introduced me to each and every one of them. He told me that he loves taking out because I fit in and get along with everybody. I suppose I just have some social superpowers. Last weekend, for example, he took me to an Indian wedding. And I mean actual Indian, not like politically incorrect ignorant ass Christopher Columbus Indian. Anyway, we ate a dish, aptly named 7 curry due to the seven types of curry present in the leaf (yes, as in tree leaf) that I ate it out of. With my hands. It was amazing. Also, weddings here are more like rock festivals, where they go for days at a time and only about 4 people remember what they actually did there. Then on Sunday I ate mutton. No joke. Curried mutton. The man who's daughter just got married came over and talked with us for awhile, and after I expressed my affinity for rum, he then proceeded to give me a sample from a 10 year old bottle made right here in Guyana. It was worthy of Zues himself. Or Franco, the Guyanese god of spirits and inebriation. That's not true. They don't have a god for that.

Anyway, I'm meeting tons of people, and blending in socially, if not aesthetically. White boys kinda stick out here. Except my buddy Antoine, who is the biggest black dude I've ever seen off a basketball court. We're pals. He's from California and is an accurate depiction of everything I expect a Californian to be. He's also sitting next to me right now so I can write all this.

That's all for now.

As the Guyanese say,

One love,

Tony