The rest of the week I was confused on what day it was since we had a day off on Tuesday and it felt like a Saturday. On Wednesday night Grant and I picked up Bolivian's equivalent to fast food. It's called Nescar, it's a chicken place that is just down the road from our house about a mile. It's a completely open-air restaurant and you go up to the counter put your order in and the options are very limited you can choose a hamburger, a economic meal (which costs 75 cents) or 1/4 chicken meal. All the meals come with rice and french fries and plantains. We ordered the 1/4 chicken. You wait in line and they make your to go bags in front of you. The food if very good and it cost us about 3 dollars. Fast food from the states does not do well here. They have Subway and Burger King and that is it. Only two restaurants in a city of 1.5 million. They had a Mcdonalds but it closed down because it was too expensive. You can buy a quarter pounder, fries and a drink for 3 and 1/2 dollars or you can go to one of the hundreds of chicken places just like Nescar and get 1/4 chicken a huge amount of fries, rice and platanos for 1 and 1/2 dollars or 75 cents if you don't want a quite as much. So the people here just generally choose Bolivian fast food.
Now that we have a truck when you leave the compound you have to open the front gate and let the vehicle drive through then you shut the gate. The first time I drove with Grant I got out and opened the gate. He drove through and then I worked on closing the gate and getting it back locked again. The second the dead bolt locked I looked up and realized I had locked myself inside the compound and Grant was sitting on the other side of the locked gate. Wow that was not my brightest moment but it sure got some good laughs here on our compound.
