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I gave an embassy tour earlier today. That was kind of fun. I had eight college students and their instructor from a liberal arts university in Pennsylvania, not too far from the dreaded training grounds of Fort Indiantown Gap.
Ladies, I do not know who told you how to dress when you visit an embassy, but it's not the same as when you're going to the beach or rock-climbing.
Not that all the skin was unattractive, just a little surprising in my workplace.
They seemed to enjoy the "cooks tour." The instructor said everyone on the faculty was amazed they were able to get it; I said "You just had to ask; you happened to catch me on a good day and in a good mood."
It's like I sometimes say: "The worst thing that could happen is I'll say 'no.'"
Our embassy nurse gave them a nice tour of the health unit. Her short briefing on local HIV rates dovetailed nicely with my "I don't mean to scare you, and it's not like the locals dislike Americans, but....." speech where I explain that Third World countries are not theme parks, they have not been child-proofed, that bad things can happen to you there. As well as the "Not to be alarmist, but you young ladies may encounter young men whose concept of American women is based solely on what they've seen in music videos." Just be smart and be careful.
Their instructor was effusive in her thanks for saying that stuff to them; she apparently has told them much the same thing based on six years of similar trips here, but it never hurts for them to hear it from somebody who's not in loco parentis. I did mention the statistics on sexual assaults against Americans which definitely got their attention. It's not that the numbers are high, but I would see "1" as a high number, since that victim becomes my responsibility.
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