Jay in Africa

One day not too long ago, Paige grabbed her purse, a book and a calculator and as she was walking out the front door she declared, "bye mom, I'm going to Africa."

I should be embarrassed to say that I was probably just as misinformed about Africa as Miss Paige seemed to be when I first heard that Jay was going to work in Africa.

I can certainly guarantee that

this is not what I expected.
And certainly not this either.
I am quite certain I am not the only poor little country girl from Iona, Idaho that thought Africa meant Lions, Tigers and bears.!

Oh my! In spite of the flashy green boots, these guys don't really look all that wild.

Now maybe this guy that Jay calls Bulldog could qualify, but truthfully, I think the wildest things he deals with are a bunch of stray cats and dogs.

No, you have your proper Englishman,

and a few Egyptians, Algerians, South Africans, and the ever illustrious and highly desired Texans. (although the Hillbilly on the far left catches my eye.)

He did get an award. He says it was for safety, but personally, I think the Texans were so impressed by his attire the first time he walked in the commissary in his high top boots, flowered Bermuda shorts, and flashy Hawaiian shirt they just had to give him the Tommy Hilfiger fashion award.

It could be worse, though. The lodgings are 5 star.

The mud spas are to die for.

The cuisine is, well, what can I say.

And, seriously, look how happy he looks. I'm surprised I can ever get him to come home.