A Welcome Surprise


 * There was a furious pounding at my door that gave me such a start I
 * almost dropped my glass of whiskey. Thankfully my quick reflexes
 * spared me from any unfortunate loss. I wasn’t sure if I should open
 * the door or not. I don’t want to say that I feared for my life at this
 * point, but given the general state of craziness in Kijuju, one can never
 * be too careful. To be sure, I was wary of opening up the door, but my
 * curiosity eventually got the better of me – again.


 * I couldn’t believe my eyes when I opened the door. It was Allyson!
 * She looked haggard, like she hadn’t slept in a week, but I didn’t care :because she’s still my princess. I hurried her into the room and sat
 * her down and gave her a watered down whiskey to calm her nerves. I :couldn’t follow what she was saying exactly because I was happy just
 * to have her back. To the best of my understanding she wasn’t able to :find her boyfriend, and that the hotel she was staying at came under :attack by locals shouting anti-foreigner slogans. Some people were :dragged into the street and disappeared into the sea of hands of an :angry mob. What became of them is anyone’s guess. Allyson was able
 * to sneak away and she made a bee line for my place. Since I was born
 * in this country she thought it’d be safer here than back at her hotel. I :couldn’t fault her logic, but even I don’t feel safe here anymore.


 * Allyson’s been staying with me ever since, so I can’t say the current :situation in Kijuju is all that bad. : ) Unfortunately, she gets jumpy :every time that guy with the megaphone starts up with one of his
 * rants. There’s just no end to them. Every day more and more people
 * come to listen to him. No, that’s not true. They come to act like a :drunken biker gang at a rock concert.