TAN: New Site for DTP

Pottered around the house and office for the first half of the day. Made progress on a revised quote for the IPP classes and helped Jack figure out how to play VCD’s on his Windows laptop. Shafiq requested our presence for a trip over to a potential new site for the office over toward the airport.
The site turned out to belong to Arifa’s uncle and was in much less shape than Chantal and I were lead to believe. Shafiq mentioned that DTP needed to be moved by the beginning of January. They have a great deal of work ahead of them. The area proposed production area is nothing more than a pad at this point in time. The rest of the structure was incredibly raw, with parts looking as if they had been through a war. We are joined on site by Smit, the architect for this site and the Mayfair Plaza over toward Hanif’s house. We made arrangements with her to meet the following morning and get layouts for the structures that DTP would occupy.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening were spent back at the office. The internet connection had degenerated so much that I was getting disconnect from my FTP server almost as soon as I was able to connect and start uploading pictures for the blog. It had been so bad that Shafiq had supposedly not been able to check his email for the previous three days.
We eventually called in quits and headed out for dinner. We decided to try a new place called the Garden Bistro. It was nice but a little expensive. Maina was supposed to meet an old college friend and eventually figured that he should just go get him and bring him along for dinner. Eventually Maina and Kamal returned and we had a nice meal together. Kamal, it turns out had moved to London and had been running a disco for a number of years before giving it up in favor of a community center. He was in Kenya and Tanzania for a few days to try and make contacts to set up summer camps in both countries. After dinner, we headed over to the Golden Tulips Hotel where Kamal was staying to have some drinks. By this point it was getting on towards 1 a.m. and we were all running out of steam.

In the Arabica Cafe: Kamal and Maina, Chantal crashed out.