The homeless people across the street from my hotel.
The street vendors outside the front of the hotel.
The views in both directions on the street.
He tried to sell me this boat through the window of my taxi.
Street kids.
Typical little shop.
Street scooter repair in from of a non refrigerated meat shop.
These men have to negotiate the streets and add to the congestion.
The last rice paddy close to the airport.
Friday,
November 24th.
Anyone
who knows me very well will be surprised by a few of the things I
have been eating here. I have been drinking coffee every morning
(because there isn't much else and sometimes the juice is suspect),
eating lots of bread (because they have no cereal), lots of eggs (in
their omelette form to put in the French stick bread), lots of red
meat in the form of zebu kababs (because I don't like much else and
don't trust the fish and the chicken is scrawny and tough), a bottle
of Coke a day (because you get tired of drinking water, especially
warm bottled water), and French fries (because you can't eat fresh
vegetables for fear of getting sick). So a very different diet from
home, but that's to be expected when travelling where the drinking
water is not safe.
I had
a really good time here, saw all of what I wanted to see and more,
met many really nice local people, including our wonderful guide
Patrick and his partners Guy and Henry and travelled with a great
group of very seasoned travellers, but I am ready to move on.
Last
night I watched from my balcony some homeless people set up there
cardboard beds across the street from my hotel, and this morning I
saw they packing up. As with all homeless people it is sad to see
people who have so little and nowhere to go.
Later
in the morning I saw the transient street vendors with their little
tables trying to make a buck before the police chase them off.
I
stayed in my room updating the blog until 11:15 when I went down and
settled my account with the hotel and met my taxi driver (same guy as
yesterday) for the trip to the airport. On the way he told me when I
come back to call him, or if I have friends to give them my number
and say they are friends of Joseph. He kept saying asking when I
would come back, I didn't have the heart to tell him never, as I've
seen what I wanted to see and this place is crazy and depressing.
We
crawled through the congested traffic and every time we stopped he
would turn the car off. Then we would be surrounded by people trying
to sell us anything: fruit, lychee, coat hangers, computer cables,
usb, cellphones, candies, socks, etc. One guy even tried to sell me a
model wooden boat that if it was much larger I could sail it home.
Who put him on the street to sell that? What would anybody do with
it? Especially tourists?
There
were also numerous women with small dirty snotty nosed babies
appearing at the window and begging. That is really hard, sad and
depressing. But what can you do?
We
drove past the rice fields again between Tana and the airport suburb
and they rice had grown a lot in the last few weeks and to the
untrained eye looked ready to harvest.
At
the airport I was met by a man who gave me two forms to fill out, one
for the police and one for the health services that asked if we had
been sick, or feverish or had a cough with blood in the phlegm. He
wanted money of course. Then I had my temperature read by a lady with
an ear thermometer and passed that. I found out later from Graham and
Lynn that I was supposed to get that form stamped and they were to
take the top portion. This would give me permission to fly. However,
no one stamped it or collected that portion and I still flew. So much
for health security.
I met
Graham and Lynn and we checked in. The guy at the counter had a good
look at my passport and checked all the pages repeatedly. I asked him
what he was looking for and he said 'your visa'. I couldn't believe
it. I showed it to him, and if you remember the story about the visa
a month ago and the picture I posted I couldn't figure out how he
missed it, it took up a whole page. Anyway, he thanked me and the
rest of the check in went smoothly. We waited an hour for the flight
and when we boarded it was only about a third full.
The
flight was uneventful. When I arrived in Johannesburg I said my
goodbyes to Graham and Lynn. They are amazingly travelled people and
were great company. Then I met my pickup who took me to his cold
air-conditioned car and drove me to the Holiday Inn in Rosebank where
I was supposed to go when I missed the beginning of my Botswana trip.
As I told him the story of how I was picked up by the wrong company
and taken to the wrong hotel, it suddenly dawned on me that perhaps
he was the guy who was supposed to pick me up but didn't. He remained
quiet so I will never know.
I
arrived at the hotel at seven just as a thunderstorm broke. I checked
in and went into my frigid air-conditioned room. I had to turn it
off, it was the first air con in a long time and it wasn't even hot
here.
I had
dinner in the hotel restaurant and then retired to the room.
wow Joe thanks for a great read on this country I knew nothing of it before Amazing and troubling at the same time
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