Just Get in the Car

So yestarday Im on my way to work, i choose to walk because i like to walk sometimes that and i felt clean and refreshed after a bucket shower and i was wearing a dress which is impossible to ride a bike in. So im walking along to go to a meeting with my homologue, work partner, and who drives by in a car but my homologue and his work buddy going in the opposite direction of the organization. they pull over and im slightly peeved at my homologue, we were supposed to have a meeting and apparently it was impossible for him to call me to let me know that he was going to be in another village for the day. So i kind of let him know that im peeved and then him and his buddy say, hey were going to look at this cool water thing, which they explained in more detail but i didnt quite understand, followed by get in the car, then i ask some questions like where are we going, how long will we be, i find out were going 30 minutes south to a village to look at this water thing then promptly turning around in about half an hour and returning before 11, i tack on an hour and i think ok im going somewhere for the morning not an issue its work related maybe ill learn something. so we go to this place where they are doing rainwater collection, the main reason for going. and its basically a gutter system attached to a big holding tank. not really that exciting, good idea and i dont know why the people of bassila dont do more of this but whatever, ok its cool, next order of buisness. then we go and visit a place that was really cool, had a bunch different little things happening, it had a place where they raise rabbits for eating, if you havent tried rabbit yet let me tell you its really good and you should. better than any of the meat ive tried here in benin yet. There is also a place where girls apprentice for a tailor or learn to be a tailor, good job to have for a woman; and they make students uniforms. then there were some other cool things happening, a neat garden, a place where they grind manioc and make it flour, and some other cool things. but there really didnt seem to be a purpose for being there i was being given a tour by my homologue and his work buddy was off doing his own thing chit chatting with the people who work there. then my homologue and his work buddy say, weve dont lots of work today we need a break. not so you chit chatted and took the white girl around, and looked at the thing that was suposed to be your big project, didnt ask any questions or take notes just poked it and said, good idea. But whatever, maybe this is a lot of work for them. So we go to a bar, its ok to go to the bar at any given time here and order a beer. I do not order beer instead i ask for water, they do not have this. so i say its ok i have my own water. three beers and 2 and a half hours later, its closer to 1pm. im bored as theyve been not only not speaking in french, but rather speaking in local language for the past 2 hours. then our driver says after he finishes his last beer, melissa are you sure you dont want a beer, no i dont want a beer only to drink and have you think im some loose american woman who is easily taken advantage of. i do not drink with my co workers, there are other who do which is fine but my gut tells me no and normally its right so i listen. So then hes like well im too drunk to drive home but if you wanted a beer id have another with you, this doesnt make sense to me at all and i say, well why dont i continue to drink water and then you can come into it enough to drive us home. honestly he was not drunk he drank three little beers, while i think its good that he wanted to wait, i really dont think it was a legtimate excuse. after 5 minutes he says, ok im ready. So we all get in the car and i think, thank god im bored out of my mind and ready to go home. he then turns on the radio and puts in a tape of crappy remixes of already crappy american pop. really bad boy band pop. So then i think to myself, great at least were moving in the correct direction. And then he stops, and gets out of the car and run across the road where he proceeds to say hello to his bud for 20 minutes with my homologue. they told me to stay in the overheated car. Great thanks guys. so after that he says, melissa are you sure you dont want a coke or something, nope dont want a coke, only want to go home actually. we mosey on down the road about a hundred feet from my house he stoped in the middle of the road AGAIN, i almost just get out of the car and walk, and he points to the bar thats right near my house and says i think they have water would you like some. nope i have water at my house thanks. he then drives me to my house after i tell him that its ok for me to walk, and so ends my morning at 2 in the afternoon. it was slightly frusterating.
oh and by the way still cant cook. and i realize that gas lines turn in the opposite direction but this thing isnt turning in either direction. not even budging. oh well this just gives me the chance to try out all the good street food places around me. i will probably cook something for thanksgiving at my postmates if anyone is curious. oh well this whole thing will be settled soon hopefully this will not be a constant battle.