Arrochar

15 March 2007,

Dear Mama le Papa,
I slept very well, I think KB too. On our first day KB and I rested and we met our colleagues. As expected, they are mostly white, but I didn’t expect them to come from a variety of countries: Hungary, Czech Republic, Poland, Slovakia, Ecuador, Wales, Australia, England as well as the natives. There is also a couple ya makhalate (coloured) from South Africa, the very tall Afrikaner, David, as well as Jerry from Pretoria. Jerry speaks Setswana, he seems shy, he said he speaks Zulu too.
The job seems easy, but its not at all. We wake up very early, get ready for a 7am start. Its very busy in that kitchen. KB and I are waiters. We carry a lot of plates, inside the plates there is bread, bacon, tomatoe, sausage and some mushroom. One of the waiters carries a mettalic tray full of toasted bread in case some customers want more. Some customers prefer porridge, we carry that two, but porridge is served inside the dining room, always by Paula, the manager, if not Ruth, the assistant manager. We are allowed to carry only two porridge plates at a time.
Before I forget, you know our hotel is mostly for pensioners! I don’t know how I am going to survive you know that I am impatient akere. 
Arrochar is a very small town mama, they even recommend I open a bank account in Glasgow. It’s very green here, its beautiful but I want a big city! Ohh tomorrow I’m going to buy a phone in Glasgow. Although Jerry suggested Helensburgh, but you know the locals say “Helansbrah”. I’m still getting used to the Scottish accent, but the hotel customers are mostly from England, their accent is also weird. At least David Beckham and Jammie Carragher helped me.
Let me go have breakfast now. We just finished hoovering the dining room and setting up for dinner. “Set up” time they call it. 

Later,

Nkgosi