<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div><em>Drat!</em>Jaclyn arrives ahead of me again!<em>Hee-hee!</em><strong>“Hello Jaclyn!  I’m prepared, quite ready for some true experience with this place.  No stereotypes, no narrative of Tarzan or what-not.”</strong><br/><br/>I chuckle.<strong>“Khakis and this Hawaiian shirt.  Didn’t think I should wear a suit and I don’t own blue jeans.  I’m not self-conscious but  no one, including me, thinks I should wear those.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“I think they call these cargo pants.  Don’t know why, but whatever.”</strong>I reach and feel for my passport and visa.<strong>“All good.  I’ve got my wallet in the front pocket.  It’s deep, not a worry there.  Knowing your travels, I’m not going to do a security check of safe passage for money.”</strong><br/><br/>As we head out, I muse,<strong>“It’s going to be interesting to see how far into the countryside they take credit cards.”</strong><br/>