Thursday, August 30, 2012
You can
probably imagine our eyes were big as we drove through town trying to catch
everything in what was now our home for the next 10 months. The streets were not as littered with street
vendors but as when we went off the main road through town we say a lot of
people selling things. I am not sure I
will ever feel comfortable buying clothing, phone cards, CDs, and produce from
a temporary vendor. I guess you could
describe it as a farmer’s market but a lot more accessible but yet more sketchier
and dirtier. People come right to your
vehicle if you even look their direction while slowing down. They definitely attack you if you stop.
The Cross River State Governor's Guest House. If you look close you can see one of the servants by the door. He was waiting for me to come back in so he could open and close the door for me. |
Right off
we were told our apartment was not ready for us so we would have to stay
somewhere else for about a week. The
founder of our school is the Cross River State governor’s wife. She arranged for us to stay at their guest
house along with the first grade teacher who arrived the day before. The mansion sits on top of a hill overlooking
the Cross River which leads to the ocean.
We pulled up to a gate and the driver honked so the guards would open
it. Our room is as big as my double car
garage back home. We have a deck and a
private bath. The cook and service staff
made us dinner even though they had already served dinner to the other teacher
much earlier. The dishes all had gold
trim and the governor’s crest on them.
It is a strange feeling to have a server do everything for you and then
stand in the corner in case you need something.
The Governor's China |
A Typical Meal |
The Guest House Hostess/Manager |
At about 11
pm we heard a knock on the door. I had
heard someone on the steps earlier and was glad our door was locked. The first grade teacher told us the school
was on the phone and wanted to know if we would like to move to a hotel because
without the air conditioner it would only get hotter. Granted we were really sweating in the hot
humid air but I didn’t want to bother anyone.
The caller said there was a big problem with the generator and we would
not have lights in the morning when we were getting ready for our first day at
school. She was also worried we would
not get our rest. I finally decided that
maybe it was disrespectful to say no.
After I hung up the other teacher told me I was talking to the
governor’s wife. I was sure glad I had
accepted her offer.
Of course
you can probably imagine it was chaotic trying to find clothes, toiletries and
what we wanted to bring to school the first day with two flashlights but
instead we had only one because the other teacher did not have one. We hurried down the stairs and waited for our
ride. On the way down I discovered the
butler had placed candles around the house so we did not trip on anything. We were taken to a very upscale hotel and
spa. The bed was soft and we had no
trouble falling asleep again. The next
morning was rough because we both forgot things we really needed to have. The room only had a towel set like the hotel
in Lagos. We decided it was probably
okay to charge breakfast to the room since we had meals provided at the house
and the front desk didn’t have a problem with it so we were ready to start our
first day.
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