So, nothing much happened around the 30th of June. I think a bunch of people died in the neighborhoods around the airport though, which really really sucks. I mean isn't it sad that, instead of people being excited about their independence day, they hole themselves up from fear of civil strife? There were fireworks, midnight of the 29th. People thought the popping sounds were guns going off. Ugh.
On Wednesday, I went home from the office early in order to pack a suitcase and some food cans. On my way home, I had to stop at the intersection de la Gare because the police were putting on a show. Truck after truck full of soldiers armed to the teeth (with cute little sideways berets) were leaving from the corner of the intersection with blinking blue lights, honking and rushing about. I stopped the car to let them by, trying to smile while not bring attention to myself (I did undo my seat belt should I need to leave the car quickly with my hands on my steering wheel--"See I have no radio or anything threatening in my hands!")
We were cooped up in the compound--upon reading my last blog, I realized that I made it sound a whole lot better than it was :) It was safe but allowed us to do insane amounts of work while keeping an ear out for helicopter sounds and radio checks. I'm safe and soooooo glad to be back in my apartment. Yeah!!
Overall, there was a lot more bark than bite.
PS: Someone name Luke emailed me to get info about Congo... I mistakenly erased your email. Could you leave a comment or email me again?