Last week, I left off with the unexpected arrival of my parents at my lab, announcing their plan to whisk me away to another city where I was to meet the 'boy' who had flown in from Australia for a brief vacation to get married.
After enduring a five-hour bus journey, we arrived in a city whose name I hadn't even heard of. We checked into the only hotel we could find and contacted the 'boy's' family.
We were asked to come to Flamingo.