The Incredible Hulk

First night in the districts. Amy and I got settled in at our little pensão in Mocuba. For the first time in who knows how long, we had our own rooms. When we first arrived in Quelimane, we shared a bed at Michelle’s. Then we shared a bed at Mónica’s. For a brief time we had our own rooms at our dependencia, but since we’ve been house sitting, we’ve gone back to sharing a bed. And sharing a bed is not without problems, mostly involving Amy accusing me of steeling the covers, touching her with my toes, and infringing on her personal space. No joke, it’s like the episode of Brady Bunch where they draw a line down the middle of the room because they can’t share. Amy’s totally the line drawer.

I think we were both looking forward to having our own bed to sprawl out on tonight. So we got settled in our rooms, worked on our presentation for a while, and then decided to grab some dindin at the little restaurant attached to the pensão. After dinner we went back to Amy’s room to get a bit more work done…and that’s when the fun began. She couldn’t open her door. This is nothing new for Amy. She perpetually has problems unlocking and opening doors. So naturally, I told her to step aside and let the professional have a go at it.

“You’ve just got to put your shoulder into it,” I told her, as I put all my weight into that door. And much to our surprise, I had opened it….and ripped the door off the wall. The deadbolt was still in the bolted position, and I managed to rip a large chunk of wood off the wall which contained the hole thingy where the door latches shut. We stood there in silent disbelief for a moment. Then I began hysterically laughing, partially because I thought that if I laughed, I’d have less of a chance of getting a knuckle sandwich from Amy. Luckily, she found it equally hilarious and I still have all my teeth.

What can I say? Sometimes I underestimate my own strength. Well, I call it strength. Amy calls it being stubborn. Maybe I’m a little of that too.

So here we are now, sitting Indian style on my bed, eating coconut flavored cookies and listening to “trouble” by Ray Lamontagne, and working on our presentation that we need to give this Friday.

There goes our night of sprawling out in our own beds.