In Mochudi

Village life definitely has a different pace than city life. At night we sit on the stoep in the dark, enjoying the Milky Way (Bram doesn’t even miss watching African-cup soccer), and the village-sounds and -fragrances. Even watching dvd’s on the computer isn’t that attractive anymore. During the day we feel terribly busy with getting to know the village, going to Gabs, meeting people, and making plans.
We’ve been here a week now and found our own village p(e)ace. We wake up at 6.00, have a cup of coffee, create our own Virgin Active, and go to town or, preferably, potter about in and around the hut. If we weren’t the only whites around we would blend in nicely. Bram looks very sexy in his cloth; thanks Anel & Louis!
We’ve met about all the important people by now: the next of kin of our landlords, Francine’s Preacher and his wife (we invited ourselves to church next Sunday), and the local police force. No less than four officers strolled in this morning because they needed our landlord as a witness, and decided to sit on our porch and check us out while Rra Mpho was putting on street clothes.
A donkey cart passes, people come to meet & greet, the neighbor’s son asks if we’re bored and want a game of Monopoly, and from Friday afternoon till Sunday night you hear the sounds of payday partying, funerals, weddings and church services.
Sorry, no pictures (yet); if we try to upload them in our Korean internet cafÈ, the computer gets stuck.
Leestip - Etienne van Heerden: Casspirs en Campari’s.