
“And how do you find the country?”, asked the former Minister, with her eyes of a matriarch.
“It’s not as bad as I expected”, I blundered.
“You thought we have just descended from the tree?”, she asked almost amused.
I try mending with a smile. Everything is so far out I cannot be sure. It’s almost worked. “I come from a developing country, you know, I try not to be prejudiced. People assume that about us too”. I didn’t explain I am afraid of the jungle, snakes and spiders. She must have known I was affected by heat, humidity, slow pace and nepotism. I did get to add that the colours were amazing and the meeting was saved.
The Sunday before it was races day at the
Georgetown airport. It happens three times a year. Sonia called this “The Big Confusion”.
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