Wearing flipflops in Rome
Traffic congestion and fashionistas in silk dresses and oversized sunglasses
OCI Checkpoint
Yay! The OCI is in full swing (no parasols allowed on certain beaches. You could be hiding a rifle behind it). We’ve been given a green sticker for the car (top right corner of the screen!), which we thought meant we’d be allowed to circulate within the “golden triangle” - anywhere within about a km of the Méridien Président, where all the meetings are taking place. In fact it just means …err.. you get a little green sticker on your car, pretty much.
There is a huge pile up of cars at the first checkpoint. We get waved through to more traffic chaos at the airport, more combat-wearing kalashnikov-gripping traffic wardens, who wave us through again to the shrill peeping of whisles…back to the first road-block. Aha.
In the end, it only takes and hour and 15mn to get to work, whereas it usually takes 15. All around us, Wade stares out from his OCI posters: Welcome.