3rd July, 2006 - Transforming The White Box
Guys we need some help.
Katie and I got sick of being trapped inside our
white concrete box, so we're going to paint it. A couple of weeks ago we headed
off to the paint shop. The only problem was choosing the colour. But not
because there are too many to choose from. There are about 6-10 different
colours and that's it. Well Katie didn't like any of them so it was off to
the next shop, a hardware shop, they'll have paint.
Ten minutes later, we'd only travelled about a kilometre, and here we are. Lots
of paint tins on the shelf but again only a handful of colours to
choose from. Apparently they buy the paint already tinted, so they don't
want too many colours. Nothing is easy in Angola....
Last Thursday night we went to the bar (Caribe) for a couple of drinks before
going out to dinner. There we were talking to one of the supervisors from
Katie's work and his wife. We told them about our problem and instantly
Irina said go to this shop, in this street. Sounds simple, but we don't know
any of the street names or suburbs.
So we'll organise our driver, to speak with their driver, so he would know
where to go. And all we have to do is sit in our car, mention to our
driver that we want paint from Irina's shop, and hey presto, we'll be at the paint shop. Easy
isn't it...
Anyway last Saturday we get to the paint shop. The man at the shop hands
us a couple of colour charts (WOW This is more like it), all we have to do
is choose the colours. Within five minutes I have three colours that look
good together. I show them to Katie, she likes them too; we give them to
the man and ask for two litres of each, job done.
After a while he came back and said blah, blah, blah, blah. We finally work
out that he can't make those colours. Well what the hell did he give us
the colour cards for?? Another 30-40 minutes later we have colours that
are close to the original selection, "that'll do, lets get out of here".
5,000 Kwanzas later (nearly $100 Australian) and we have two litres each of three different
colours.
Early Sunday morning Katie's awake and now she wants to start painting. I'm
lying in bed with a head that's still banging for the party we went to last night.
"Bradley, lets paint the walls!" So I climb out of bed, slowly, then head
down stairs and Katie's ready to go. Well I think most of you know I hate
painting. But now I have something worse than painting. Painting with a
hang-over...
Anyway, we got it done. And this is where you come in. Katie and I are
crap at telling if colours match so let us know, so we can finish painting
the walls. This time without the hang-over..
Must go, domestic duties to attend too
Brad
