We spent the last day of our long, four day holiday out at a local private game park. I do so hate having to drive around and look at animals and then eat a big, delicious lunch. Rough life, I know! Granted, a lot more rough for the animals we had for lunch, in this case impala, which was yummy in my tummy!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Easter Safari
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Non Sequitur
A collection of totally unaggregated random musings, with photos!
When you go to the health unit because you have a bunch of odd bites all over your legs, you neither expect, nor want, to hear "huh... that's interesting."
Your tax dollars at work: condoms in both the men's and women's bathrooms here at work. I am not sure how it makes sense to hand out free condoms to the locals most likely to actually have enough money to buy condoms, but there you go.
We were finally able to schedule the office carpenter to come to the house and hang pictures (cinder block walls are a pain to hang things and they really don't want you putting in a a ton of holes on your own, so you are supposed to schedule someone to come and do this.) Scheduled for the exact same morning when they are replacing our generator and doing some other electrical work and thus turning off the power. So, in one email from the same person coordinating both of these things I see: power will be off from 9-12 and the carpenter will come to hang art at 9. I call and ask, "ummm doesn't the carpenter need to use a drill... that needs to be plugged in to you know, electricity?" "Oh, yes." "How is he supposed to use said power tools when there is no power? "Oh." Sigh.....
Your tax dollars at work: condoms in both the men's and women's bathrooms here at work. I am not sure how it makes sense to hand out free condoms to the locals most likely to actually have enough money to buy condoms, but there you go.
We were finally able to schedule the office carpenter to come to the house and hang pictures (cinder block walls are a pain to hang things and they really don't want you putting in a a ton of holes on your own, so you are supposed to schedule someone to come and do this.) Scheduled for the exact same morning when they are replacing our generator and doing some other electrical work and thus turning off the power. So, in one email from the same person coordinating both of these things I see: power will be off from 9-12 and the carpenter will come to hang art at 9. I call and ask, "ummm doesn't the carpenter need to use a drill... that needs to be plugged in to you know, electricity?" "Oh, yes." "How is he supposed to use said power tools when there is no power? "Oh." Sigh.....
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Saturday, April 9, 2011
Conclusion of our First Trip
I apologize for the lapse in posting. Work craziness, which is another story for another time. But I wanted to wrap up my thoughts on our big adventure of three weeks ago.
As I think I mentioned, we went about three hours drive south to a very nice little lodge. The drive itself was interesting. We were on what is ostensibly one of the biggest "highways" in the country, and while it was an ok road by Africa standards, there were still occasional spots with giant sinkholes, a couple hundred yards of random gravel thrown in for good measure and other fun, and often unexpected obstacles. We were going through some mountains as well, and there were a few more guardrails missing than I would have liked. And by "missing" I mean that someone had obviously plowed into them and gone over the side.
We were headed in the direction of the border with a neighboring country so there was a lot of truck traffic coming in. We kept joking that we should be on the lookout for our second car which was supposed to be making its way up to us along that route (it has since arrived, also another story for another day). We spent part of the drive behind two petro trucks, which was, quite frankly terrifying. Let's combine a bad road, sharp mountain switchbacks, evidence of occasional rock slides with... two trucks filled with highly flammable material. Wheeeeeee!!! I again emphasize that this was a major road, which makes it all the more odd that two trucks we saw on the drive down that were half pulled over, half still in the road, suffering from what appeared to be damage from a rockslide were still there two nights later upon our return.
The other fun challenge of the drive was the goats. Herd after herd after herd of goats. Very few with any obvious person minding them. They were just wandering in and out of the road to their little hearts' content. The baby ones were really cute, and I kinda wanted one or two. So I started wondering aloud just how much cash it would take to get a goat if we just pulled over and pointed at one (not much, I suspect). Then I started wondering just how fast a whole bunch of little village kids would appear from the bushes if we stopped and tried to just grab a goat and go (no doubt before we could even pull away, I suspect, not that we would really steal a goat, of course.)
Anyway, this was how we amused ourselves for most of the trip and everyone was getting a little tired of traveling, especially after twenty minutes on a much less major, all dirt road and we kept repeating to ourselves that we just had to catch the ferry, then 10 more minutes and we would be there. Instead, to our dismay, we encountered the scene depicted below.
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