As the sun sets I poured a glass of Amarula and the watergirls walk underneath me Iīm amazed over the football game, so, there are 11 guys on the field (guess someone was picked last "you can have him! no you can!?) kicking the ball, now the thing is, itīs a pretty good field except for three details 1) there is a huge mango tree almost in the middle which they skillfully play around 2) when playing the ball from one "corner” they need to kick it over a huge tree stump and a bush to get the ball even close to goal 3) the other “corner” is needed to be made from a ditch. I donīt know much about football but Iīm telling you these guys are good! We had to fix our Range Rover today… a spring that keeps the brakes apart when not braking was gone.. since they didnīt have a spear one this “mechanic” takes an oil bottle, cuts a piece of plastic squeeze it in to place and fixate it with some silicone McGyver eat your heart out
! Hopefully it holds until Monday… Sunday morning…ran out of water (by the way, havenīt seen the well diggers for a couple of days) so they are filling my water tank on the roof, by hand! Three guys carrying 20 l water buckets three stores up, filling the 1000L tank now letīs see…. 3 men X 20 l buckets X 3 stores up / 1000L tank - density of water = … I doesnīt matter how I calculate they still going to carry 1000KG of water three stores up, breaking a sweat just doing the math, better go take nice long shower...or not, damn now I going to feel bad every time ! flush! Gonna get const…aaah ok! to much information there…gottit ! After spending the Sunday in an apathetic state of mind (at least I wasnīt out if it, my mind that is!) I went for a walk and Sunday shopping, as well for another haircut…I decided for a shave, so the guy starts off by cutting of the 4mm I had on one side while the girl from the beauty salon next door insists on touching the other side off my head (and earlobe for that matter!? WTFCK!) well it wasnīt entirely unpleasant so.. anyway she stopped and he got finished..with the machine, and brings on the razorblade, smears my head with something oily take the gillette (the razorblade) between his fingers and starts scraping my head with it.. it would've been ok if it wasnīt for the lively conversation with his coworker and other customer involving a loooots of gestures and since my Swahili’s still somewhat rusty I couldnīt tell if theyīre having a friendly talk or if they were upset , well I was nervous because it didnīt seem to me like he was paying much attention to my head or throat… everything went well, not a cut and smooth like a baby… left the place and got a big smile from the woman still sitting outside, urged me to come back soon.