Where's Kenlor?


So there we are, waiting outside of the Facultad de Educacion, and things are looking bleak. We were supposed to meet Kenlor, our contact at Adapte (the microloan place we want to work with) at 2pm and it's now 2:40. And if I understood correctly (which is only a 60% chance in this crazy language) we were supposed to me in front of the Facultad de Educacion at the University of Costa Rica. Now after having attended this university for a full semester, I pride myself in two things:
1. Being able to understand the school's name when I hear it.
2. Read signs posted outside of buildings.

These two skills firmly intact, I was now entirely sure that I was at the UCR, in front of the Facultad de Educacion. I deferred to Sarah on matters of time as she had a watch, and she quickly confirmed that it was Tuesday and we had been waiting for the last 45 minutes. Both of us being fairly sure that it was the right year, we were left with two options:
1. Kenlor stood us up.
2. Kenlor does not look like a person.

Choosing to believe in our contact's reliability, even when we couldn't find him, we went with the latter possibility and took it upon ourselves to discover what form Kenlor was taking right now.

Having spotted what I thought was Kenlor, Sarah then proceeded to ask yes or no questions to hone in on his position.
"Are you a person?"
"No."
"Are you close by?"
"Yes."
"Are you blowing in the wind?"
"Yes."
"Are you representative of Costa Rica?"
"Yes."
"Are you the flag?"
"You found Kenlor!"

In subsequent rounds, we discovered that Kenlor was also a purple juice-delivery truck, and the smile of a young girl. After a few verses of "the Kenlor is Blowing in the Wind" we decide we've waited long enough and head back to the bus stop, at which point we see the Adapte office across the street, in front of the Facultad de Educacion, waiting for us patiently.

Nice. We were only an hour late.

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Sarah J said…
really, kenlor in malaysia??? Might wanna change the date on this one :)
11:16 PM
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