The terminal is empty, with a few local passengers sitting sparsely on the plastic seats. It is as simple as a bus station in a third-tier domestic city. There is no security gate or luggage passage at all. After exiting the terminal gate, there is a dusty road leading straight through.
Heading into the city, several dilapidated vans were parked at the door, and the bored black drivers gathered together to play cards. These were probably the buses from San Juan International Airport...
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Liu Ziguang snapped his fingers, and immediately a smart-looking black guy came over and asked in broken English: "Sir, do you want a ride?"
Liu Ziguang took out a West African CFA franc with a face value of 10,000 yuan and handed it over and said, "I want to go around the city."
"Okay sir." The black guy hurriedly jumped into the driver's seat. The West African CFA franc was much stronger than the West Saddamoa peso. The money was enough for him to make four round trips.
The road from the airport to the city was in disrepair. The original cement road was in dilapidated condition. The cars bumped and bumped, and the black guy kept chattering. Liu Ziguang took the opportunity to learn about the situation in San Juan. In fact, there was nothing here.
It is not as dangerous as the outside rumors say. The driver himself is a Kaye. According to him, General Kuba is not as powerful as he imagined. He does not dare to launch a massacre against the Kaye because the international community will not let him go.
In the end of such reckless behavior, the young man said that he was "very clear" about political matters because of the radio he listened to every day.
Liu Ziguang asked him if there was a Chinese medical team in San Juan. The young man thought for a long time and said that there probably was, but he was not sure if it was a Chinese hospital. He only knew that it was a hospital run by foreigners. Liu Ziguang asked him to drive directly there.
On the streets of San Juan, the people still seemed to be leisurely and at ease. Only the sandbag fortifications piled up in the middle of the street and the occasional Toyota pickup truck full of soldiers rushing past showed that the city was in a state of emergency. For a moment, Liu Ziguang felt that he was making a fuss out of a molehill.
It's as urgent as I thought.
Half an hour later, the van drove to the entrance of a mission hospital on the seaside.
Although he knew it would never be here, Liu Ziguang still gave the driver five thousand West African CFA francs and sent him away. After walking into the hospital gate, a black female nurse came to ask. Liu Ziguang told her in English, French and gestures that he was looking for China.
The medical team and the female nurse, whose foreign language proficiency was very low, took him directly to the door of the operating room and made a waiting gesture.
Twenty minutes later, the doctor opened the door. A white female doctor came out with blood stains on her white coat. She looked at Liu Ziguang suspiciously and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
She spoke in English, and Liu Ziguang quickly said: "Great, I want to find a Chinese medical team. They may be in San Juan."
The female doctor said as she walked: "Sir, as far as I know, the Chinese medical team is indeed in Western Saddamoa, but they are not in San Juan. They are practicing medicine in the tribe."
"So, do you know where they are exactly?"
"No, I don't know. Although Sissadamoa is not big, it lacks effective means of communication. However, they will send a car to San Juan every Tuesday to purchase supplies. Well, it will probably be tomorrow. Sir, would you like a cup of coffee?
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"Thank you, no need. Is there any decent hotel in the city where I can stay?"
"Of course, the San Juan Hotel is nice. Westerners live there. Are you really sure you don't want a cup of coffee?"
The female doctor is slim and tall, with flaxen hair tied back. She looks extremely capable. She has slight freckles on her face, which makes people feel safe and warm.
"Thank you, I have something else to do." Liu Ziguang thanked him again, left the mission hospital, and walked to the San Juan Hotel, because the hotel was not far away, and the huge words "hotel" on the tall building were far away.
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The San Juan Hotel is the most luxurious hotel in Western Saddamoa. The owner of the property is Portuguese. The hotel is close to the seaside. It has a large courtyard with a ten-story building. The courtyard has green lawns, a swimming pool and a tennis court.
The taxi parked at the door is also relatively high-end, a second-hand Japanese Toyota sedan from Ishui.
Liu Ziguang came to the front desk and showed his visa gold card and passport. He immediately received a generous reception, opened a room for him, and prepared dinner and laundry services. Liu Ziguang saw a black man named Binbin with a gold key symbol on his collar.
Standing aside politely, knowing that he was the lobby manager, he said to him: "Sir, I need an off-road vehicle with good performance. Can you help me?"
"I am very happy to serve you, sir. Do you want a Land Rover or a Jeep?"
"Land Rover."
The black manager hesitated for a moment, then said: "Sir, do you want to hear some advice?"
"please."
"If you want to see the pristine scenery of Western Sadamoa, I don't think now is the right time. You know, the general is at war with the king, and places outside San Juan are not safe."
Liu Ziguang nodded and said, "Thank you. I'm actually looking for a Chinese medical team. Do you know where they are?"
"Sir, I will help you find out. This is your room key. If you want to have a drink at night, there is a bar in the hotel. It is best not to go out because the general has imposed a curfew." The lobby manager took the key handed over by the waiter.
, held it to Liu Ziguang with both hands.
"Thank you." Liu Ziguang entered the elevator with the key and came to the room on the eighth floor. The hotel facilities are good, the corridor is covered with thick carpets, the room has a TV and air conditioning, hot water is supplied 24 hours a day, and there is a small refrigerator.
There is cold beer and coke, and a box of Durex is thoughtfully placed in the bathroom. In Africa, which is rampant, this stuff is indispensable.
After enjoying dinner, taking a cold shower, he took out his mobile phone and checked. There was still no signal. China Mobile could not roam here, so he picked up the hotel phone, asked for international long distance, and dialed directly the number in Luanda.
The embassy asked them about the whereabouts of the medical team. As expected, they did not get any valuable information, only a bunch of empty official words about waiting patiently and trusting the organization.
He had no choice but to lie in bed and watch TV. There was only one national TV station in Sissadamoa, which basically broadcast the general’s speech. This was the first time Liu Ziguang saw the true face of General Kuba. The former national army captain was full of
He has a thick face, an emerald green beret, and a beige military uniform. There are five huge stars on the shoulder straps, as well as golden tassels and ribbons. There is also a row of medals of unknown origin hanging on his chest. Look.
It looked very funny. The general sometimes waved his fist fiercely at the camera, sometimes spoke softly, and sometimes burst into tears. He seemed to be a national leader at the level of an actor.
After watching General Kuba's performance for a while, Liu Ziguang changed the channel. The hotel has satellite equipment and can receive programs from TV stations and some African TV stations. However, no news organization has commented on the political situation in Western Saddamoa. It is probably because this country is too
It's small and not enough to attract attention.
The sky slowly dims. Looking out the window, the sun sets, the Atlantic Ocean is sparkling, and the lights in the city are bright, especially in the area near the seaside, where neon lights are flashing and flowers are blooming. However, during the day, the poor people living in iron houses are concentrated.
The area was completely dark.
Suddenly, the TV flickered and went out, and all the lights outside went out. After just a few seconds, the lights came on again, but this time only the hotel lights were on, and the city was still dark.
The phone rang. I picked it up and heard it. It was from the front desk, apologizing to him and saying that the power supply was interrupted and the hotel's generator set was working now. Please forgive me.
After putting down the phone, Liu Ziguang went downstairs to the bar to have a drink. There was a billiard table in the bar. Two white men were playing the billiards leisurely. A black musician in evening clothes was playing blues alone on the stage. An old white man with a big belly sat on the table.
I was reading a newspaper in the corner and there was a glass of scotch on the table. Other than that, there was no one in the bar.
Liu Ziguang came and sat down next to the old man and said to the waiter: "Rum, double portion."
The old man raised his head, glanced at Liu Ziguang, and said, "It takes a certain amount of courage to come to San Juan at this time."
Liu Ziguang said: "Sometimes you have to take risks in life, right?"
"Let me guess what you are here to do. First of all, you are not a diplomat because you don't have that smooth taste. Then you are not a businessman because I can't smell the smell of copper. I think you are probably a spy."
The old man laughed, probably very satisfied with his joke.
"I came to look for my fiancée. She works in a Chinese medical team. I haven't seen her for a year and a half. I saw on TV that the situation in West Sadamoya was tense, so I came. By the way,
I came here on Old Jenny, I think you must know that plane."
The old man was very interested and praised: "Young man, you are very chivalrous. Of course I know old Mulligan and his broken plane. I knew him when he was transporting diamonds for the rebels in Sierra Leone. By the way, he
Do you still like drinking rum that much now?"
"Yes, especially when flying a plane."
The two laughed and seemed to find a resonance. The old man stretched out his hand: "George Wood."
Liu Ziguang shook his hand and said, "Bruce Liu."
From the conversation, we learned that George Wood is a plantation owner who runs the largest rubber plantation in Western Saddamoa. He also owns some shares in the San Juan Hotel, so he always lives in the hotel.
"The villa in the suburbs is very unsafe. Those black people always come out at night, sneak around, and the servants hook up with them. If no one was willing to take over, I would have left here and returned to Europe." Old George drank a few drinks.
After Liu Ziguang treated him to rum, he complained endlessly.
"Do you know the whereabouts of the Chinese medical team?" Liu Ziguang asked as he took a look.
"God knows where they are wandering. These Chinese like to go deep into the jungle, publicize epidemic prevention knowledge, distribute anthelmintics, and perform operations on black people who cannot afford to see the doctor. They are even crazier than those church doctors. The United Nations should give these angels a certificate
Medal, by the way, I heard someone say last time that they have a camp near Carlos Lake. Boy, you'd better find them through the consulate. Maybe you are strong, but this is Africa after all, and the earth is still wild.
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"Thank you, I need a map and preferably a gun. Of course I will pay." Liu Ziguang said.
"Young man, your courage reminds me of those days, okay, let me see if there is anything I can do to help you, come with me." Old George said, taking Liu Ziguang to his room, which is located on the tenth floor.
In the senior suite upstairs, there was a charming mixed-race girl who was practicing yoga in the room. It seemed that George was still immortal.
The old guy opened the cabinet, took out an exquisite double-barreled shotgun and said: "The shotgun produced by Beretta in Italy is of No. 4 caliber and can knock down an elephant. I think this is what you need."