chauves sourris

walking into town i heard a gunshot and the air was filled with bats. if one got hit the children had wrapped it up looking to sell it. the captain asked us to have a seat and help ourselves to brandy while his wife served us a dish resembling poblano mole made with spices which apparently have no names in english or french. we walked up to the market with the basket of kittens, then decided that it'd be better to gain political capital by giving them away then trying to hustle around looking for a buyer. the manager approached and i heard someone say "this cannot turn out well," but we ended up resolving with the "bien sur, vous etes nos clients" line. the captain drove us over the rippled dirt road in the hilux and i called: "it's a long story, but i need you to meet me at the water tower in two minutes. wake up and get dressed." i waved to the three cars heading to the funeral as i waited for the taxi. we saw some french people that the captain assumed were chinese and he called them over. one said that cote d'ivoire is calm and france is on fire. i left the meeting promising to follow up on the cane rat domestication project and the bank strike.