In grad school we called the World Bank the death star. At least I can say I've survived several visits. Today I went with a consultant to a meeting there. The security officer was Cameroonian and he laughed when I said I'd pose like an African for my badge. After our meeting we had lunch in the huge cafeteria and looked through the gift shop, and then walked around the atrium overlooking a huge pool. The cafeteria is my favorite part. There are different sections in the buffet area serving cuisines from around the world. For some reason I wasn't feeling too adventurous so I settled for roast turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, and spinach. This is on a hot, humid day.
My fervent hope is that someday a group of African farmers can visit and ogle the same sights we did.