Maun: Relaxation After Body Interrogation

At Old Bridge Backpackers.

March 31
48 hours ago I was in Lesotho…  Right now, I am near the top of Botswana.  I can really make miles when I need to get somewhere.  It is hell on my body, but I can cover the ground when I feel like I need to.

433 km – Oxbow, Lesotho to Johannesburg, South Africa
349 km – Johannesburg to Gaborone, Botswana
670 km – Gaborone to Ghanzi, Botswana
285 km – Ghanzi to Maun, Botswana

1,737 kms/1,019 miles.  

I have been really stiff all day.  My body is tired of my behavior so I really took the day to relax. It was my way of saying thank you to all of my working parts for putting up with me.

This man is always ready and safe with a loaded gun. (They sure do make a thing out of circumcision in Africa).

This man is always ready and safe with a loaded gun.
(They sure do make a thing out of circumcision in Africa).

I was at the Motsebe Backpackers until late afternoon when I decided that I needed to look around some. I hitchhiked a ride to the Old Bridge Backpackers, about 7 km down the road.  I was feeling especially friendly so I sat at the bar and made friends.  A woman, who was really receptive to my friendliness, was Lola, a tall, black woman from Botswana, who lives in Thailand.  It all reminded me of the song “Lola” by The Kinks.  That is scary.

I hung out at the bar for the afternoon and enjoyed my day, though Botswana beer hinges somewhere between “sucks” and “terrible”.  The fancy export beer is 4.5% alcohol and the regular is 3.5%.  There are early curfews for bars and it seems like nothing gets too out of control in the country.  I am not sure about all of this…

I asked him about the sauce and he pointed to the ketchup sitting on the counter…

Since I have arrived in southern Africa, it has become more expensive. I have been eating about half of my dinners from the deli/food-stall at the major supermarkets.  Today, I noticed that they had a huge amount of cooked spaghetti in one of the containers, so I asked the man behind the counter what sauce he had to put on it.  He told me that he has tomato sauce, so I asked for a bowl of the spaghetti, which he filled for me and then set on the counter.  I asked him about the sauce and he pointed to the ketchup sitting on the counter….  Ummm, ahhhh, nah…

I came back to the backpacker hostel at dark to just relax.  Fruits for dinner.  Yeah, you are welcome you.  You deserve it.  We will have a quick look around Botswana and then get out before the financial drain of the country crushes dreams.  Diamond mining sure makes a country rich and expensive.  Well, cheap compared to Europe, but platinum priced compared to its neighbours.

So, with that in mind, I watched the movie Blood Diamond before I went to bed.  Well, that scared the hell out of me.  Wow, Hollywood really exploits things and stretches them past their limits, but there is certainly a lot of truth behind the movie.  Merciless children infantries are so awful and the more time I spend in Africa the more I despise the white-man for the mass destruction of the land and the people in the name of greed.

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  1. Fiona Weise says:

    I want to go to Botswana

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