A peaceful night I had indeed, under my mosquito netting canopy. Nothing disturbed me except a dream about physical decrepitude, a body that ached all over. I woke up stiff and followed the wise instructions of my DVD yoga instructor to loosen up. The post breakfast massage finished the job.
I met a few of my team mates last night for dinner at the beit-el-chai restaurant across the hotel. We drunk a cool South African Chenin Blanc, sampled variations on Bouilabaise and exchanged stories.
Today is reserved for reviewing several documents that are under construction and dot the ‘i’s and cross the ‘t’s in my facilitation notes for the meeting that starts tomorrow. This will keep me busy for the rest of the week.
I tried to conduct my weekly coaching session by phone, then Skype and had to give up. The Internet connection is OK for mail and surfing but it doesn’t quite support voice.It will set me back a bit but in the greater scheme of things, I decided, it is not important enough to worry about. next week I will try again from Abidjan.
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