The Return to Auschwitz

Eric, Fans, Randoms...

I am finally able to post without feeling guilty about not working on something more productive...maybe you find that hard to believe but it is the whole truth I swear. I have renamed Malongo twice now in three weeks....From Malongo to Hell and then from Hell to Auschwitz. Why something as creepy as a concentration camp you might ask? Because it feels that way sometimes...most times. Hitler runs the place so I found it rather suiting:) As for the random events that typically happen to me en route to or while in Angola there are really none to report this time. I arrived on March 31 5 days late due to unforseen circumstances at home (please review two posts previous for clarification). Moved from Cabinda city to Auschwitz and the games began. I spent my first week on the beach working on equipment etc and enjoying the newly implemented alcohol rules. The weekly calendar now goes like this. Monday...Beer Day...Wednesday...Beer Day...Friday....Beer Day....Nap Day....Monday and it continues like that. What is this you might ask? The new rules are as follows: Max 4 beers per person every second night. And at 2$ USD per can who really wants to drink anymore? Auschwitz sure is a quiet place these days. To help curb the sadness generated from the lack of beer on Sundays Halliburton employees got creative and created a new form of gambling. Sunday night quiz. 60 questions, random trivia and general knowledge, 5$ buy in winner take all. My first Sunday in country I collected $70 USD for proudly knowing that a pig can orgasm for 30 minutes. (Don't ask me HOW I know that...i just do!) The following Sunday quiz was put on the back burner as I went offshore....to Alcatraz. After 3 days on the Coil Tubing boat (Gold Blatt Tide, which I conveniently renamed Barf City...the name is rather self explanatory) I was only able to consume bread and water...yup just like jail. The mystery meat curry chock full of bones and fat was the turning point for me!! That brings us here...lovely Sunday afternoon stuck out on the Ben Rinnes waiting for them to finish a scraper run so we can log. With endless shitty movies and Bollywood to entertain the sky is the limit! Its off to Kenya for some volunteering on Thursday and back to Canada on May 5.