Riots yet again

What is it about me and riots?  From Bucharest to Mombasa, they seem to follow me around like some lost puppy.  I find myself on lockdown in Mtwara, Tanzania, yet once again, with no real escape plan should the animosity turn towards ex-pats, and our well known accommodations, nestled snuggly in the middle of town.  My plan?  Smile and offer friendly greetings in Swahili and hope the mobs aren't overly worked up, and that they left their machetes at home.  We may evacuate to Dar es Salaam, but at present, it hasn't really kicked off yet, just road blocks being set up around town.  Can't really do much about it so why worry?

The huge cockroach I found in my room last night, appearing quite dead and on it's back, must have found the carry to the trash can invigorating.  Snuggled under a heavy comforter, AC on max to dissuade mosquitoes, I did my best to ignore the small scratchy noise keeping me from some much needed beauty sleep.  Discouraged, I eventually rolled out of bed, and stumbled about trying to locate the source.  Checking the trash can, I found the little bugger making the racket with a discarded chocolate bar wrapper.  The bottom of a soda bottle, also in the trash, had the final say.  Killed a lizard in my room last week, plus a few mosquitoes, full of somebody's blood.  Riots, sunburn, mambas, nibbling ants, cockroaches and malarial mosquitoes, jellyfish stings and sand in my gitches.  At least I feel like I'm earning my paycheck.