Paid Friends

So as I’m sure I have mentioned in the past, when I travel, my only friends are people who are paid to be around me, namely my drivers, hotel receptionists, and waiters. However, since security guards of hotels I am not staying in are not technically paid to be around me, I’m going to consider them a special kind of friend. I love the security guards at the Sheraton. The Sheraton is a castle. It is where all the African Union stuff goes down. And the security guards are the most informed dudes on earth. They see every VIP who goes by and knows what’s going on. I hung out with them for half an hour while I waited for my driver (paid friend) and they caught me up on the situation in Sudan. Also Hillary had just been to Addis so I got the usual outpouring of love that the Clintons inspire in all people in every country (except for half of the people in the US).