Life in Brooklyn

So I just moved into my Apartment in Cotonou. It's nice. Better then you would think and worst then you might imagine. I have a toilet and a shower but they are in my kitchen. I have tiled floors and solid walls but only two smaller rooms. I have a sky light in the Kitchen/Bathroom but only two windows in the whole house. Everything locks even interior doors. And the light in my bedroom is red. So that's weird. I decided that the person that lived there before me most have been named Roxanne. But life is ok there. It's alot like Azove which is the Trash hole I just left. What I mean by that is that are paved roads within 10 min walkign distance to my house just sandy paths big enough for cars to go down them. People throw their trash and God knows what else out in the street and because there is now drainage and because this is a tropical climate, (sidenote: I went to the beach and skipped a stone over the equator.) there are sess-pools that never go away. People have actually permently put stones to walk on to be able to make it over these ponds. But it doesn't always help. Most people just except it and walk through. I don't want a staff infection so I'm going to fine a way around. Oh oh, there is this on road that takes you kindof while I don't know yet but I think it takes you to the Soccer Stadium. Anyway, there is a huge and I'm talking huge lake that takes up the whole road. This road is big enough to put a four lane highway on but noone drives there because you will die in this lake. Things live there I think. I rode my bike up to it and said "No way Jose" and found a different way to go. Also in the middle of this road and mostly because there is a lake in the road, there is a Junk Yard of cars right in the middle. In fact the road parts around it because of it. I think what happend is that one car got stuck in the lake. No one wanted to go in after and so other car crashed there to and more and more until, Voila, now you have a junk yard. Right in the Middle of the road, for your convienace. So before you get to worried. I'm not going to die or lose any limbs in this area of the city. In fact, now we get to why I title this blog like I did, Cotonou is like New York City. And if Cotonou is Like New York City I live in Brooklyn, just alot poorer. Anyway, I'm getting along great and hope to buy a cell phone soon. I guess I could give out the number but you will have to know that it costs a lot of money to talk. So I guess if you want to give me a call just email me and ask for my number. Well, I think this blog is long enough. And If it isn't I hungry and I need to go eat, so we're cutting it off here. Just one last thought to lift your hopes for me. There is a pastry and Ice cream shop in my neighborhood. A la Prochaine