Showing posts with label Gaborone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gaborone. Show all posts

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

A Message to my pre-Botswana self

Ever read those “What I’d tell my 18 year old self” posts?
They are supposed to impart some wisdom on your younger self having had now had experience and time on your side.
Well this is a take on it – except it’s what I would have told myself – before leaving for Botswana.

Ain't no thang...just horses in the street...

20. Pack whatever you want – don’t listen to people telling you that you don’t need “fancy” clothes or purses, shoes or other accessories. Bring em if you want them!

19. Know that whatever you bring will get over worn – darks will somehow become light and shoes will get crazy ruined by the roads, but you’ll be happy you brought them! Also remember you can donate whatever pieces you don’t want to take home to a local deserving Motswana.

An elusive (yet absolutely delicious) macchiato
18. Buy a yoga mat as soon as you get there – you’ll need it to zen out…every day – living in a developing country will present many challenges for which you’ll need a few down-dogs and deep yogic cleansing breaths to keep you calm.

17. Spend as much time outside as possible. The sunshine is lovely and at home, people are trudging through snow. Don’t forget to use 30 or more SPF all the time, every day…even when it is cloudy, those sun’s rays are getting to you and you need to prevent those wrinkles!

16. You are going to meet some amazing people who will probably be in your life for a long time to come.

15. Buy a local phone. Do not hesitate. They are cheap and you’ll be happy you have it, especially when you start traveling.

a Marula tree with its fruit
14. Ensure all your devices are always charged – you never know when an eight hour power outage may occur and you just may need to catch up on Downton Abbey or play Candy Crush.

13. Your need to shop will dissipate as soon as you find out there’s really nothing to buy…try as hard as possible not to resort to on-line shopping.

12. Batswana are nice…get to know them, speak to them in their language, use the colloquial phases…but remember, once they get behind the wheel of a car, they are dangerous – always look both ways, then look again before you cross the road!

11. Go on as many safaris as you can. They will cost you, but you will love every minute. Remember to stop and live in the moment. Listen to that herd of elephants silently walk past you instead of taking pictures. Then again, your distaste for home videos may change. Take a few videos so you can show people how warthogs move.

10. You think you want to see a “kill” on safari, but as soon as you watch a lion chomp on a zebra lung, you want to hurl…re-think the kill thing.

9. Try the local game meat – ostrich, impala, eland etc. It’s delicious. The biltong on the other hand…well, I guess you should try it also.

Main Mall Gaborone
8. The food is great. The beef and lamb are particularly fresh, free range and organic. SO good. Enjoy it, but know you won’t get good seafood til South Africa. And bring coffee. Good coffee is hard to come by in Gaborone. Bring coffee!!!

7. You will fulfill your shopping needs by buying souvenirs…too many perhaps.

6. The work you will be doing is not difficult. It is not earth shattering. But it will do good for the country and for your team. And remember, you’re in Africa. (That in itself is amazing!)

5. Use your excess brain power to read and learn as much as you can about anything you want. Write lots and read even more. You never know where it will lead you.

4. Remember to call home – as often as the internet provides…and get used to crappy internet…it’s the norm.

3. Being in Africa will allow for time to reflect and think about what you want to do next. Don’t be afraid of it.

2.  You know that everyone is different. Remember to have patience with this.


1. You will leave part of your soul in Cape Town.

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Rich vs. Poor...

This morning on the way to the office, we chatted about the rich-poor divide.
Jenny had learned that the rich felt that any time you show any sort of kindness to the poorer, they will ask you for something.
I have to say, I have experienced this in Botswana.

I have written before about our “office boy”, he’s helped me out with some errands while I’ve been here:
-          helping me purchase a local cell phone
-          re-soleing and heeling my shoes
-          getting pants hemmed
-          washing our house car
-          and every day, carrying my bags from the car to the office…

So given the opportunity, I sometimes give him little gifts (in addition to providing a tip each time he goes out on an errand for me). For example, upon my return from Cape Town, I brought him two huge chocolate bars (his request) and a t-shirt.

Now do you remember the “tea lady” I spoke of in an earlier post?
She brings us a tray of hot water, instant coffee and tea every day then cleans up in the afternoon.
She is pleasant enough but lately has been asking for gifts.
For example, she asked me if I forgot to bring her present when she saw BelĂ©’s.
A little forward I thought, especially after subsequent requests.

And Jenny had a story from one of the “Real Housewives of Phakalane” too.
The “housewife” told of a caddy at the golf course who had befriended her.
The caddy was a skilled mechanic and finally found a full-time job at a reputable business.
While confirming his first day of work on Monday, his new employer confirmed that he had his own tools. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, he said yes.
Not having the money to purchase these tools, he turned to the “housewife” who he had been caddying for for some time.
She agreed to buy them for him, a full set of tools cost the equivalent of about $500 CDN.

And so I’ve been thinking.
Is this too forward?
Is there a limit to the generosity of others?
What’s the difference between the caddy and the tea lady?

The divide between rich and poor in this country is so great that if these new tools were the difference between a life of poverty or self sufficiency for this man (and his family), I would probably buy the tools for him also…even though I truly should be spending that money on my mortgage or paying a student loan. So why is the repeated request from the tea lady for a present so annoying?
Would you give her a present?

Just something I’ve been contemplating in my last few days here in Gaborone.

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Aside – as I wrote this, the tea lady in question stopped by and proclaimed, “I am waiting for a present…for a baby boy.” I could do nothing but smile.

Monday, 24 March 2014

The Real World Gaborone - Episode 5

This is the true story of five strangers, picked to live in a house, work together and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite... and start getting real. This is The Real World, Gaborone.
 
Downtown Gaborone


Arriving from an amazing weekend in Cape Town, I jump into the house car…
“SO???” asks Jenny excitedly, “How was Cape Town?!”
“Amazing!” I reply enthusiastically.
“We missed you LuckyCdnGirl!” Tina says.
“Tell us! What was the best?” asks Jenny.
I start into a diatribe of all the awesomeness that is Cape Town and don’t slow down for a breath.
I miss Cape Town.
Or as Trevor taught me this weekend…I have a serious “tabanca” for Cape Town.

Tabanca – a Caribbean term meaning a deep longing for something you can no longer have

View of Gaborone suburbs
Yup – I have a serious tabanca for Cape Town.
But let’s go back to Trevor…He has a serious tabanca for home.
He left a few weeks ago to go home for a visit, remember?
He returned while I was in Cape Town.
He is not adjusting well to life back in Gaborone.
It can be hard.
You go from your life, your space, your home, your car, your loved ones, your world…
To –
Sharing a house with 4 other strangers, sharing 1 car, life without your loved ones, and a country riddled with electricity challenges and NOT the best internet connection in the world…I mean really, what is 2.5G?!

Jenny was at a party last night with her new local friends…the “Real Housewives of Phakalane.”
(Phakalane Golf Estates is where we live…it’s a gated neighbourhood about 15km from downtown Gaborone filled with ex-pats from South Africa and various other rich people from around the world…it’s a very interesting place to say the least!)

Anyway, at the party, Jenny met these guys from South Africa that told her this joke –
Q - What’s the best part of Gaborone?
A – Johannesburg

Yup – finding interesting things to do in Gabs can get difficult after a while.
Sure we have our favourite restaurants and even lounges…
We can go to the movies too.
There’s even a little bit of shopping…
But other than that – there really isn’t much else to amuse us.

So Trevor’s tabanca for home and mine for Cape Town are quite reasonable…

Hanging out after work at Casa Maria we sip on our drinks…
Jenny drinks red wine.
Trevor drinks vodka tonics.
Tina drinks water.
And I drink g&t.

Like friends and colleagues we chat a little about everything.
Last Friday night was no different.
“I don’t believe there is one special person out there for you,” Jenny says.
“Neither do I,” Trevor answers.
“I think my reality of my boyfriend is not who he really is,” Jenny continues. “I think I have a created the perfect Jeff in my head. Like I’ve taken all the best parts of him and that’s who he is to me. I don’t think it’s necessarily the person he is.”
“What? Really?” I ask.
“Yeah, I see her point,” Trevor says. “I’d like to think that my ex-girlfriends only see the best parts of me. But truly, I’m all good!”
“HA HA HA HA!” We all laugh. 
“Very funny Trev” Tina says, “I know a few women who may think otherwise.”

As an aside - I'm still trying to figure this one out.
Do we really only see the best parts of our loved ones and friends?
Do we gloss over the nasty bits?
I'm not entirely convinced.

At our last full house dinner that night we go to our favourite Chinese restaurant in the Sbele Centre. (I actually have no idea what it’s called. But if you’re in Gabs, it’s the only Chinese restaurant at Sbele.)
Nazir (Tina's sometimes crush) and his family own the restaurant.
They have been in Botswana about 20 years now but are originally from the beautiful Chinese city Xi'an.
Nazir and some of the houesmates work out together at Jack's Gym at Mowana Park.
Over the past couple months we have gotten to know Nazir and the delicious food at their restaurant so it's quite fitting our last full-house dinner is at Nazir's.
Nazir sets us up in our own private room and provides us with a complimentary bottle of red wine. Needless to say, we are feeling good...SO good in fact that for some reason during dinner, Jenny and I are stroking Tina's arms noting how soft they are.
Junior and Trevor are just shaking their heads at us (silly) women when one of the wait staff enters the room, sees our silliness and slowly backs out again.
We, of course, are left in hysterics.
It's all about the silly stupid stuff sometimes. 

Tina is now on her leave.
Her bedroom is across from mine. We sort of share the south wing of the house…It’s kind of sad not knowing when I’ll see her next. She is on the project for the full three years and home for her is in the Caribbean so I’m not sure when/if our paths will ever cross again.

We had what has become the ritual brunch out before the airport run with Tina on Saturday. Although, we did check her in and drop her bags at the Sir Seretse Khama International Airport first.  Afterall  this is actuary Tina we’re talking about, she would never enjoy a leisurely three omelette breakfast and dessert of carrot cake knowing that she is not yet checked in!

Dropping her off at the airport has a tinge of sadness.
And it’s weird to see her walk off away from us.
A part of our family is now on her way half way around the world and almost home.
That will soon be me…
           
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Jr. – a mid-20’s Toronto boy, born and bred. Accountant by trade. On this project to travel and try something different. Nurse/student girlfriend at home.
Trevor – an early 30’s guy from the Caribbean. Completed a number of these types of projects before in different countries. Single
Tina – a late 30’s/early 40’s Caribbean woman who has lived and worked with Trevor on projects in different countries. Single
Jenny – an early 30’s woman from Vancouver. Common-law Life partner at home.

And me. LuckyCdnGirl. Accustomed to travel and absolutely loving my time in Africa.

Friday, 21 February 2014

The Real World Gaborone Episode 2

This is the true story of five strangers, picked to live in a house, work together and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite... and start getting real. This is the Real World, Gaborone.

We’ve got all the right characters (names have been changed to protect their privacy).


Jr. – a mid-20’s Toronto boy, born and bred. Accountant by trade. On this project to travel and try something different. Nurse/student girlfriend at home.
Trevor – an early 30’s guy from the Caribbean. Completed a number of these types of projects before in different countries. Single
Tina – a late 30’s/early 40’s Caribbean woman who has lived and worked with Trevor on projects in different countries. Single
Jenny – an early 30’s woman from Vancouver. Common-law Life partner at home.
And me. LuckyCdnGirl – From the TDot. Sweet dog and loveable fam at home. Accustomed to travel but never been to Africa!


Since episode one: not much has changed. We continue to work long days and play hard when we can… Jr’s girlfriend arrived for a one week visit earlier this week, so Trevor, Tina, Jenny and I have been holding down the fort at Casa Maria.

Walkin' around the neighbourhood

 Thursday night at Casa Maria...

Jenny and I sprawled out on the leather lazy boys in our tv room and watch the rest of the Internship…Jenny sipping on her favourite South African red, me, my new fave, gin and tonic… Finally, a peaceful night at Casa Maria.

We laugh at the easiness of the movie and wonder what Tina is going on about as she walks through the house mumbling things. The ease of our evening suddenly turns when we hear a knock at the door. We look at our phones. It’s just past 9pm. Who on earth is at the door?

An early morning meeting
Jenny heads to the front door and asks, “Hello? Who’s there?”
“It’s me Jeff.”
Our BOSS! WHAT?! WHAT is he doing at our house in the middle of the night…In the middle of OUR peaceful night?!
Tina hears us and heads down to help us out.
“Where’s the key,” Jenny asks.
(Casa Maria has about 5 billion doors, each with keys that unlock them from the INSIDE and out. We have six…YES, six keys to the front door and yet none of them are nearby.)
Tina runs back up to grab her key.
I go upstairs to find Trevor, “Get downstairs with us! It’s Jeff!”
“What the…” Jeff shakes his head and heads downstairs with me…
Finally we get the door open, and Jeff, his wife Cindy and their buddy, Johnny (who is doing creative work on the project) stroll in.
“We brought leftovers!” smiles Cindy…
We are all wondering what on earth is going on…when we realize, it truly isn’t as bad as we thought.

Trevor leaves for his 3 week trip home on Saturday (the girls in the house are devastated as we have NO idea how we’ll cope without our personal chef, driver, bodyguard, and big brother) and Jeff, Cindy and Johnny leave for a weekend trip tomorrow morning. They had just returned from dinner out thought they’d drop in to say their farewells to Trev (and apparently leave us with their butter chicken and naan leftovers).

Cut to later in the evening…

We’re hanging out in our upper lounge area at Casa Maria. There are crazy oversized chairs and a piano. The chairs are referred to as thrones and somehow there is GREAT wifi reception there…If I’m quiet and in the house, you will usually find me on “my throne”.

Tina, Trevor and I are discussing the next morning’s timing. We were pleased we had no 730am meetings and since the boss was going to be away…we were thinking we could have a little more time to sleep in… :)

Celebrating 100 days until the African Youth Games
“Ok Trevor, if we’re not leaving for the gym til 6am, I’ll wake you at 5” Tina says with a smile.
“WHAT? You need an hour before you go to the gym?” I ask.
“No! Tina, you’re nuts!” Trevor replies.
“Ok, 525am, that’s my last offer. Besides you need time to make my smoothie after you shower, “Tina smiles.
“What? You shower before you go the gym?!” I ask.
“Yeah, I do too,” says Tina.
At this point, Jenny, who was in her room, comes to join us, “Let me get this straight Tina. You shower before you go to the gym, when you get home from the gym…”
“Yes,” says Tina, “and when we get home from work and before I go to bed.”
“Four times!” Jenny exclaims… “Full disclosure time. At home I shower every other day!”
My mouth drops.
Trevor laughs and points at me, “Look at LuckyCdnGirl, she cannot believe you!”

Oh what you learn when people stop being nice…and start telling the truth! Haha!

Thursday, 13 February 2014

The Real World Gaborone...installment one.

This is the true story of five strangers, picked to live in a house, work together and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite... and start getting real. This is the Real World, Gaborone.

Any MTV Real World Fans out there? Cause sometimes I feel like I’m living the tv show in real life, minus the tv cameras…although if MTV is reading, you really should consider us…

We’ve got all the right characters (names have been changed to protect their privacy).

Jr. – a mid-20’s Toronto boy, born and bred. Accountant by trade. On this project to travel and try something different. Nurse/student girlfriend at home.
Trevor – an early 30’s guy from the Caribbean. Completed a number of these types of projects before in different countries. Single
Tina – a late 30’s/early 40’s Caribbean woman who has lived and worked with Trevor on projects in different countries. Single
Jenny – a late 30’s/early 40’s woman from Vancouver. Common-law Life partner at home.
And me. LuckyCdnGirl. Accustomed to travel but never been to Africa.

For those of you who don’t know The Real World series, what basically happens is 7 strangers get thrown into an amazing location and are given a job. They live together for approximately 4 months. In our situation, none of us knew each other except for Trevor and Tina who worked together previously, we are all on the project for various lengths of time. We also have two other houses of people but “Real world Gaborone” will focus only on “Casa Maria” as we call our house (named after the owner of the house we’re renting).

This morning at Casa Maria…

After a run and yoga or a morning swim and shower, I come down the stairs and into the kitchen. I am met by Trevor and Tina who have just arrived from the gym.

“Hey LuckyCdnGirl!”, Trevor says, “I’ve got photographic evidence!”
I lean in and take a look at Trevor’s phone.
He’s got a photo of Tina being chatted up by the cute Chinese restaurant owner guy that she’s been interested in but will do nothing about.
Teasing of Tina ensues!
This only to be stopped by Jr’s arrival in the kitchen.
“My milk smells bad,” he says as he takes his cereal into the dining room.
Trevor and I continue teasing Tina, asking her if she’ll invite him to join us for the Valentine’s dinner we are having at Chinese guy’s family restaurant.
Jr. returns to the kitchen.
“Expletive! Expletive! Expletive! My milk is bad. There goes breakfast!”, he says as he throws the cereal in the trash and asks, “Why doesn’t milk last long in this country?”
Trevor pipes up something about the lack of preservatives while Jr. mentions how he keeps milk in his fridge at home for a month…(a month??? Where is he buying his milk?)

Cut to the arrival of Winnie. Our maid. She tidies our home on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. She cleans our rooms on a rotation and while she does have a salary, we give her extra money to do our laundry. Today is my day and Tina’s day to get our rooms cleaned and laundry done.

“So, really Jenny, you really let Winnie wash your delicate unmentionables?”, I ask, (til now I’ve been taking them to a local laundry mat).
“Yes. There is no problem. Winnie does a good job on them.”
“Okay…thanks…” I respond.
“…but, you never know, maybe she let’s Curtis play with them!”
“What?!”

Curtis is our “house boy.” He comes on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays to deal with the outside of the house, the plants, the grass, the pool. He is the cutest Motswana (singular for a person from Botswana) you’ve ever seen.

Just yesterday after work, I was considering jumping in the pool for a cool down.
Jr. was laying out by the pool reading (as usual) and sipping on a g&t (our regular drink – gin & tonic, mostly because someone said the quinine in the tonic fights malaria…not that Gaborone is a malaria area…). I went back in the house and chatted with Jenny…when Jr. came in saying it was a good I hadn’t yet jumped in the pool because Curtis had shocked it this afternoon and it wasn’t going to be ready for 5 days…5 days?! No way! I ran out to find Curtis…

“Curtis! Curtis!” I called.
Curtis appeared in only his shorts, arms crossed, covering his bare chest.
“Hi Miss LuckyCdnGirl.”
“Curtis, can we really NOT use the pool for 5 days?!”
“Not 5 days mma (how you address women in Setswana, kind of like saying miss). I put chemicals in the pool today.”
“So can I swim tomorrow morning?”
“…maybe no…”
“So tomorrow after work?”
“…I think maybe Friday.”
“Okay Curtis. Thank you! Have a good night.”

I think the best part of that interaction was Curtis standing there, with his arms crossed in front of him. Poor guy. I shoulda just let him dress and go home in peace…

And so ends this installment of the Real World Gaborone. Stay tuned for more.
I would definitely appreciate comments!


Thanks friends!

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Peculiarities of Living in Botswana

A perfect Sunday evening sunset...


Random Blackouts
We lost power at some point last night, which, has been a rather usual situation. (In the time I’ve been here, we’ve experienced about half a dozen to a dozen blackouts). The house we live in does not have central air, it has a water cooling system, which kind of cools the house a bit, but is in no way like having air conditioning! I purchased a fan to keep my bedroom cool, so that was my only indication that we had lost power in the middle of the night. I think what woke me was a little bird outside my window who was trying to get in!

Anyway- by 6am, the power was still out. Luckily on my “workout” schedule, I had already planned to go for a swim this morning, which was nice, because when there’s no power in the house, there’s no water (pump doesn’t run!). My housemates went to the gym as usual, probably thinking that they could get showers there – no such luck, the power was out at the gym also! Luckily, power came back on just in time for breakfast!

You know how this story ends right? We get to work at our regular time and – sure enough, the power goes out! I have less than an hour of time left on my laptop battery. And as I write this, there is no internet connectivity (hope it comes back soon!).

"Oh you know, just taking the family out for a
Sunday afternoon shop at the grocery store"

Road Traffic Accidents
So before you start to worry – I am fine. My colleagues are all fine. We are ok!

On Monday this week, we were involved in an RTA as they are referred to here in Gaborone. We were literally moments away from the office when we heard a big crash behind us, followed by us being hit.It was quite a hard impact, but luckily we are fine and there was only minimal damage to the car. The entire experience was more a shock to our system than anything. And the follow up process in dealing with the local authorities was something that is still on-going two days later.

You know how at home you ensure everyone is ok, then start taking down information for everyone involved, then go on your way to file the paperwork? Not here. Here the police arrive, talk to everyone, take notes and try and understand what happened. Then you go to the police station, wait for everyone involved to get there, then you all take your vehicles to another location to get a thorough check. (The accident happened at about 830am, by the time the vehicle inspection was complete it was about 1230pm). Next you go back to the police station to “hash out” with everyone involved what exactly happened. Then the police officers take time to deliberate and finally, return to read the verdict to everyone. By the time all the paperwork was signed it was about 3:30pm.


We were not at fault. We were hit by a car who was hit by a car who was trying to change lanes…That made a truck, who was trying to evade colliding with the lane changing car, to hit another car and end up in oncoming traffic! We were very lucky no one was hurt!

We are the white car in front of the blue Ford. The red car is the one that caused the RTA by trying to change lanes.

Friday, 31 January 2014

Work Days...

Let me start with, we don’t leave the house until around 0800 to go to the office…which is heaven compared to 0530 wake ups at home! It’s like the weekend every day! :)

The Puma Building on Botswana Road, (where we work)
We work in medium sized building in downtown Gaborone.
It’s right across the street from “Main Mall” where you can find lots of local delights at lunch time, a hardware store (for our never ending need of adaptor plugs), the grocery store (for our chocolate needs), etc.  Have you read the novel, The No.1Ladies Detective Agency? The tea shop the main character frequents is also located in Main Mall.

A square in Main Mall

I must admit, I’ve yet to try real local delights at lunch. In fact those who know me will be surprised to hear that I’ve brought my lunch to work EVERY day this week! Truly it’s because I’ve been bringing dinner leftovers (that one of my housemates has cooked)!
But next week I’ve got three places lined up to try –
Pie City – which sells meat patty type pies in many different varieties
Chesa Nayama – a chicken and chips like fast food place
Melodie’s – a place for curry chicken and fun local sides, including one that looks just like mac and cheese but isn’t...
And…Much to everyone’s dismay – I will totally work my gastro system to be ready for local street food…

Now work…
Remember in biz school when they made us work in groups
And we hated it?
Especially when they picked groups for us?
This is LIFE

Our shady grouping of adapters and plugs
And this is definitely life in Botswana.
With every team there are regular challenges and as all my biz school friends know, the regular progression of a team.
And on this project we have four workstreams, therefore, four teams, not to mention there are three houses so three “other” teams. And of course there’s the overall team dynamics!

That’s a lot of “forming, storming, norming, performing” (a la Bruce Tuckman).

But after one week – we’re doing well.
First deliverables are being sent to the client and we’re good!

Tomorrow we’re all headed off to South Africa for our first Safari.
Interested in seeing where we’re staying?
Check out Tau Game Lodge!


Have a great weekend friends!

Botswana's 1Gov project...the one we're working on!

Sunday, 26 January 2014

FINALLY here!

(Sorry about the sideways views of some of the photos - I am still trying to workout how to rotate them!)

After hours in transit…I am home, well, at least home for the next while.
I’ve tried to write this entry numerous times since I arrived 48 hours ago – but have been interrupted by things like, sunshine, the pool, going out for dinner, drinks…so far, life in Botswana has been awesome.

Now to complete the story of my 40 hours, 4 planes, 3 calendar days journey here –
After another amazing flight on Qatar Airways, once again filled with champagne, delicious food, and a good amount of sleep in their fully horizontal seats, we arrive in Johannesburg/Jo-Burg. 

Landing in South Africa

We meet this sweet couple (wife is Canadian, husband is British) who are on their way home to Swaziland. We chat in the immigration line about travels around Africa and they invite us to their home, giving us all their contact information.

Now the hard part. After about what feels like an hour in low to no air conditioning, we make it through immigration, find our bags and look for the departures level. We successfully check ourselves in using one of those “self check-in” kiosks, then on to drop our bags. We are met by a woman who weighs our bags. I am, of course, overweight…well, my bags are...

Oh and there was also their strange thing about South African airways wanting to wrap everyone’s bags in plastic wrap…Odd…

So anyway, I leave my travel partner at the desk and go to pay the charge. There are only two people in line in front of me and two people helping them. Still, the entire process takes close to half an hour.  This is Africa I remind myself, all the efficiencies of North America no longer exist. Deep yogic cleansing breaths in and out…But truly – you cannot get upset. The woman who helped me was sweet and friendly. She wanted to know where in Canada I was from and what the weather was like. She wanted to know what I thought of Africa and she wholeheartedly welcomed me. Paying the fine at this point was negligible.


After a quick picture with a beaded Mandela, we are finally on our last plane of the trip to Gaborone. This flight is quick, literally in the air for forty minutes. Of course, the process of going through security, queuing to get on the bus, waiting on the tarmac to board the plane and settling in takes longer, but hey, we got to Gaborone, Botswana!

The landscape is flat and green. And as we flew in, I half expected to see herds of animals across the plains. To my dismay, I didn’t. Where are all these safari animals that people speak of?! (I cannot wait to see giraffes and hippos!)

After a quick pass through immigration and picking up our bags, we are met by our colleagues. We are happy, tired and yet somewhat energized.


I am only all too eager for my life in Botswana to begin!