It’s Saturday again in Rabi, yeah! BBQ night and it marks the beginning of my last metric week. Except, well, it might not…There is threat of a General Strike in Gabon. Apparently the country is fed up with the government’s idea of what the minimum wage should be.Â I would be too if I was trying to survive on $60 CAD per month whilst the President is so rich that he could buy England and still have enough left over for a couple of islands in the Caribbean..
Citizens in many,Â now-great-once-developing nations have striked for the sameÂ reasonsÂ and I know I would be witnessing an importantÂ part of Gabonese history ifÂ IÂ am here when it all kicks off. However..I don’t want to sound ungrateful for the opportunity, but the strike isÂ rumoured to be a-go-go on September 4th and I am supposed to be flying out on September 5th.Â If the whole country (or at least the less well paid citizens) go on strike then very little will get done, and I doubt my chances of getting out of here as planned. Bugger. That is not to mention the fact that we won’t get fresh food delivered to Rabi, plus there is a possibility that our catering staff will go out in support.
Looking on the bright side, I have always wondered what it would be like to be a professional chef AND how well I would survive if I got stranded in the jungle. Perhaps this will will give me the opportunity to do both at the same time…
On a brighter note it is my seventh day of not drinking and,Â without a doubt, it has all been plain sailing so far. Yesterday I read something interesting about booze inhibitingÂ the body’s ability to regulate estrogen levels. Given that I have had problems related to this in the past, maybe there will be other benefits (in addition toÂ not waking up with a pounding headache) to be gained from this experience..Â