I had written a draft last Friday about week three, but then Sunday happened and I had to start over because most of it seemed irrelevant. Sunday morning began normally…I woke up, got dressed, and drove to church. When it was time to leave church I went outside to find that my motorbike was gone. At first I thought maybe someone had just moved it, but after a good look around it was nowhere to be seen. And my bike is bright yellow so it’s kind of hard to miss. This is when I began to freak out. I had been renting the bike from a friend of my roommate and now it had been stolen from right out in front of the building while I was in church. I called my roommate and she called the owner of the bike so that he could report it to the police. Unfortunately, bikes are stolen here all the time and are almost never recovered by the police. Also, insurance is not required here and is not common, so guess who gets to pay for the bike? Yep. That would be me. So I am currently without a means of transportation and I owe the bike owner $800. Not exactly how I would have liked to start my fourth week here.
