Today was very African. It started out at the beach having a french lesson with Eric. We met a friend of his and did a lot of work drinking coffee and hanging out. We decided to go to Abidjan in the afternoon and we left to meet up later. The place we were at is not that far from my apartment--some times I walk and others I take a cab. Since I knew I was heading to Abidjan soon I decided to take a cab. It's a short ride, probably less than a mile.
While driving home there was a police officer in road that comes into the French quarter and he waved at the cab I was in to stop. The driver pulled over, immediately reached under his seat, pulled out a bill (had to be 500 francs, less than $1), jumped out of the car greeting the cop like they were long lost friends and slapped hands with a slick transfer of the money. The driver got back in the car and we both laughed hard.
Later in Abidjan, Eric and I met his friends for beers and dinner at a local place in one of the many bustling neighborhoods. They all live in Abidjan and we had an a fantastic meal (see post) and had a few beers. They drove us to another part of the city where we got out to catch a cab. The cab driver decided the fare was 1000 francs and the beer we had with us (a 48 ounce can of Ivorian Schlitz) at the time. We said okay and got in. He started driving and then of course cracked the beer. When in Rome as they say.
John Doces. Je vous écris de la Côte-d'Ivoire en Afrique.