Ever had chocolate covered bacon? It actually tastes like salty chocolate, and is even better with the ground up chili powder in it.
Nobody in Malawi takes credit cards, so I had to buy the cheapest, crappiest suit I could with the cash I had. It's that color that could be dark blue or black, and it's shiny! They only had pastel ties, and the only one that looked even remotely good was robin egg blue. And by the time I bought that, I didn't have enough money for shoes, and the other stores literally laughed when I told them my shoe size. I had the same problem in Uganda. Africans are little-footed people, apparently. So I'll be doing my interview in my tennies. My local credit union ATM card won't work in the ATM machines, either. But I'm getting pretty fed up with my hosts. Of course I can't blame them about the bag, or the money, or the suit, and I've lived in Africa before and can take care of myself, but I practically have to beg to get them to give me any info about the interview, such as when it will be and if they are getting me or if I need to find my own way to their office. Calls and emails go unanswered. Never before have my hosts been so unresponsive; not even a "Hey, how are you liking Malawi?" check in. I was kept more in the loop when I interviewed for a job where they already had someone picked out and my interview was just a required formality. If this is the level of support they give when they are trying to impress me, I really wonder if this is going to be an ongoing thing if I worked for them. I kind of want to pull a 'tude and raise a stink, but that's not the kind of professional I want to be. There will be a time to tell them how I feel, and a way to do it in. So yeah, there's no way I'm taking this job.
/end rant