The Northern Alliance

The doctors in the districts of Ile, Gilé, and Alto Molocue made this club called the Northern Alliance. The reason is that if any of them gets attacked, literally or during an FGH meeting in Quelimane, the other 2 districts have their back. Well, Amy and I have been trying to get into the Northern Alliance for the past month, but Adi and Pola are acting like the older siblings who made a fort in the backyard and won't let you play.

Well, things have been brewing with the hammer and sickle government here, and yesterday things kind of hit the fan when the government ordered all expat doctors who don't have their approval to leave their districts and come back to Quelimane immediately. Naturally, this prompted Amy to send a text message to Adi saying, "well well, looks like you'll have to ask my permission to be in the northern alliance now. my how the tables have turned."

And so the fun began. Amy received a phone call that evening from Troy, our boss at FGH.

Troy: hey, is there a car there in molocue?
Amy: yeah, i mean, the normal molocue car.
T: so, i really hate to tell you this, but you need to come to quelimane tomorrow.
A: what? what are you talking about?
T: things here continue to fall apart, and now it looks like everyone needs to be pulled out of the districts for now. can you take a car to quelimane tomorrow? when is pola coming?
A: are you serious? pola's coming on friday. she's not coming tomorrow. wait, what the hell? are you serious?! i don't even know what to say
T: hold on, talk to Adi
Adi: Amy?
A: yeah
Adi: you need to get a ride to quelimane as soon as you can. everyone needs to get out of the districts tomorrow. you'll have to take a chapa if need be. (chapa being a mozambican bus meant for 12 people, that usually has 20 people, a few chickens, and maybe a goat)

...at this point Amy is about to cry because this means that her project is toast, FGH is falling apart at the hands of the mozambican commies, and she potentially has to pack up her belongings and sit on a stinky chapa for 6 hours.

Retaliation for a snotty text message. Boys team: 1, Girls: 0.

Don't worry. They'll get theirs. And for now, Amy and I have taken over as commanders of the Northern Alliance.