TIA

TIA

This is Africa. Is there a website for TIA? Like FML.com? Or MLIA.com? Maybe there is, but I can’t search for it because the data charges are too expensive. TIA.

Here are my TIA moments from the weekend:

-       You spend all afternoon calling your friends’ colleagues’ relatives’ friends to find a free place to stay for a night. TIA.

-       You hitch hike in a Windhoek Lager semi-truck. Dream come true! TIA.

-       Your taxi comes to a halt when a pack (pride? herd?) of baboons stops in the middle of the road. TIA.

-       It turns out two boys with which you’ve just spent the past 8 hours on a combi (bus) were carrying two huge rifles. And didn’t know how to safely put them back together. TIA.

-       You almost have a meltdown over real ice cream. TIA.

-       You spend almost 30 minute in the shower because it’s your first hot one in weeks. TIA.

-       You wait four hours for your pizza to arrive. TIA.

-       You freak out when you hear hot hot hits from the past year on the radio. Or when you hear a Spice Girls medley in the grocery store. TIA.

-       You can watch the sun set in a spotless sky over Namibia while watching horrendous thunderstorms move across the veldt in Angola. TIA.

-       The gas station attendants all gather on one side of the bus to shake it from side to side so it will properly fill with gas. TIA.

-       You see another white person and feel awfully confused as to why you don’t know them. You know all white people in this town, right? TIA.

-       You eat food that isn’t even that good but rejoice over it anyways. TIA.

-       You rejoice when you receive life-update emails from friends and family back home...and cry when you go several days without them. TIA.

-       You go to bed at 8pm because that’s when the sun goes down. TIA.

-       You field several marriage proposals a day with grace and humor. TIA.

-       You eat brownie batter like it’s nobody’s business. Or an entire batch of pancakes. And justify it by saying, “but I’m in Africa.” TIA.