Gaberone

Back in Gabs. Staying at this odd but seemingly appropriate bed and breakfast. But when I say breakfast I mean odd looking sausage on a plate with cold bread and instant coffee. There so called American Breakfast. LOL.

Jessica got her hair braided just like many of the girls here. I am 99.99% sure that she is the only white girl to ever step foot into that salon. The salon was painted pink, both inside and out, and when Jessica took a picture of it the owner came over and accused her of trying to steal her idea. Sorry to tell you lady but your "idea' is a neon pink bulding named: Hair Salon. Not the most coveted of ideas.

Overall there was not much work left to do. I finished entering all of the training sample data, and emailed it to Cerian, we went on a wild goose chase for data, and we found a way to mail the surveys back to the states. This lack of work left us with a lot of down time and a complete lack of transportation.

The public transporation in Botswana consists of these terriflying VW buses called combis. I refused to ride in them. Yes it was only 2 pula, but there was no map as to where they travel. No actual stop signs. And it was 99% male. The way to hale a combi you ask? Well....that is still unclea. I do know that the passengers of the combi are always yelling number, as in how many seats they have left. If one does pull over to pick you up they ask where you are going then decide if they want to take you. I chose cabs instead, and boy did we pay for it.

We did see a movie though. It had been to long since i had seen a film. It was Marmaduke.

Thats about all we did those 5 days. I did watch a lot of world cup.