Silly
Friday night A. had a ladies' night out with her crowd of friends. I went for a drink and a meal with the husband of one of these women, who's also the head of a French development agency here (the militant atheist and expert on early Christianity I have mentioned before). We ended up in the same restaurant as A. and her friends, though they were in a different room. We set up a little prank: we asked two of the barmaids to come and walk with us into the room where A. and her friends were, hugging and cuddling us, doing the deuxième bureau act. And so it went. A. was sitting with her back to the entrance, so didn't notice us immediately, but two of her friends in front of her looked very shaken, especially as the atheist and I pretended to be shocked at seeing them, and acting as two unfaithful husbands caught red-handed. A silly joke, I know, I know, but a good laugh nevertheless.
Another quite amusing incident took place yesterday. We had been invited to join a picnic in the countryside by the French club (a feat of successful integration!). We drove out in convoy. In front of us was A.'s French teacher, a pretty woman in her twenties at the Alliance Française, whom I had just been introduced to. She was standing in the back of a pick-up truck with some friends. When the convoy picked up speed the wind blew up her skirt, exposing her two very well-formed buttocks only nominally clad in an exquisite string you would not normally expect out in the bush. She had great trouble restraining the skirt during the rest of the ride to the picnic. Of course I thoroughly enjoyed the view. The teacher looked quite embarassed afterwards and didn't come near me during the picnic...
There seems to be a sudden surge in journalistic interest from abroad (well, France..) in the country. We had a journalist from Le Monde a week ago, and I was interviewed yesterday at the picnic by two other journalists, one for RFI radio, the other for La Libération. Must be because of French military involvement in addressing armed bandits in the North of the country.
Another quite amusing incident took place yesterday. We had been invited to join a picnic in the countryside by the French club (a feat of successful integration!). We drove out in convoy. In front of us was A.'s French teacher, a pretty woman in her twenties at the Alliance Française, whom I had just been introduced to. She was standing in the back of a pick-up truck with some friends. When the convoy picked up speed the wind blew up her skirt, exposing her two very well-formed buttocks only nominally clad in an exquisite string you would not normally expect out in the bush. She had great trouble restraining the skirt during the rest of the ride to the picnic. Of course I thoroughly enjoyed the view. The teacher looked quite embarassed afterwards and didn't come near me during the picnic...
There seems to be a sudden surge in journalistic interest from abroad (well, France..) in the country. We had a journalist from Le Monde a week ago, and I was interviewed yesterday at the picnic by two other journalists, one for RFI radio, the other for La Libération. Must be because of French military involvement in addressing armed bandits in the North of the country.
posted by Emilian at Monday, January 30, 2006
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