Friday chicken and massage

On Friday I stayed home. My shoulder was hurting badly and I thought I'd feel better if I worked at home and combined computer work with watering the plants and having the fridge near by. I wasn't feeling very well when my friend Sonia called saying that she would come by to return the yogurt container (she came over last week to use the yogurt maker). Sonia talked me into going with her and use her massage machine to make my shoulder better. I was really feeling like cr@p because on top of that I had m. cramps, so Sonia also offered to make one of her herbal concoctions to help with that, too.

I'm glad I listened, because Sonia saved the day. Turns out she learned massage techniques back in Equator (the country, not the DRC province), so she did a great job on my shoulder and I felt much much better. I felt well enough to go out that evening for Friday chicken at the French Cultural Center, where we met Sonia, David, Lisa and Paya.




Friday Chicken at the FCC is the best deal in town. For $10 you get a whole chicken, plus fries and plantains. It's so much cheaper than the average Kinshasa restaurant that the first few times we ate there we didn't know how to handle such a small bill. We normally pay over $10 per person when we eat out, so dividing $30 between 8 or 9 people feels so improbable that it takes a long time to divide the tab.

Thank you Sonia for insisting on taking me under your wing last Friday.
I managed to take some unauthorized pics of Didier before he noticed.