Anne-Marie is a friend of mine who manages Red Chilli, the top backpackers hostel in Uganda. She (along with her partner) manages the Kampala branch—the main one. I never stayed there—though I visited a few times back in the days when H.M. still had his real name and lived with me instead of hiding out in in an unnamed country (I'll never figure it out :)) under a pseudonym*—and in fact I've never even met Anne-Marie. We're e-pals and near as I can tell, she's awesome. She roamed Africa in a clunker car once, dressed as a Pink Lady from Grease. Anyway, Anne-Marie needs help. She needs a management couple to run Red Chilli Murchison. That's where I lived at the start of this blog. It would be marvelous. I'm not tempted of course because this is a couple job and I am not a couple. I *am* tempted by her assistant manager job in Kampala. I'm bored out of my skull here, doing the same job I did in my twenties and running through my daily routine as if I were a hamster.
Check out Anne-Marie's job listing on her own blog. I'm still on the "Find a way to exist within normal society" kick or I'd be there myself. (No, I'm not succeeding but I am very stubborn and hate to admit defeat.)
*This makes no sense to me either. What does he think I'm going to do? Show up and yell at him? If I want to yell at an ex, I could do it for the price of a subway fare to Brooklyn instead of airfare to East Africa.
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P.S. One of the job requirements for Murchison is "Must not be afraid of hippos."
But Marie- one of the many things I've learned from reading your work is that people don't fear hippos as much as they should (since they cause more deaths in Africa than lions). I'm confused!
True. That gave me pause too. Give a healthy wide berth to hippos... specifically THAT hippo.
You just gave me an idea. I'm taking an online course about jumpstarting my writing, though mostly it's just jumpstarting my annoyance. But this week, I'm supposed to write 500 words about one person expressing their fear of something and the other one trying to talk them down.
It's about fear of writing/failure, but I was thinking of writing about fear of zombies. But no... you've just given me the starting point.
Fear of hippos.
Write what you know!
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