Olen kutsustud külla lõunat sööma. Minuga koos sööb
12.aastane perepoeg. Saime enne sööki headeks sõpradeks, sest tema tahtis mulle
raamatut ette lugeda. Kana ja riis terava tomatikastmega oli väga maitsev.
Kahjuks ei osanud ma lugu pidada teisest pakutud toidust, maisipudrust ja okra
kastmest. Tegelikult on aafrika maitsed ikka väga erinevad meie omast. Pakkusin
ükspäev naabrinaisele moosisaia tee kõrvale. Ta polnud kunagi moosi söönud.
Võõras maitse talle! Isegi kui ma siin oma köögis koogiküpsetamisega hakkama
saan ( ja kõik vajalikud ained siitmaalt üles leian), ei ole ma kindel, kas
keegi seda sööb.
More than a month has passed since my first day here and I can now say that the initial culture shock has slowly faded away. First, I somehow sorted out the transportation issue, or let’s say I got used. At the beginning, I was so determined to learn how to ride motorbike and get one for myself. The idea of not being able to move around independently, always relying on others or an unstructured taxi system, really bothered me. In the end, I figured out how to make the daily commute work. Every morning, I hail at some yellow yellow (a tricycle taxi) for part of the way to the office and enjoy walking the rest. For longer trips I call my go-to yellow yellow driver, and sometimes I‘m lucky enough to get a lift from either my colleagues or friends. Plus, I realized that even though riding a motorbike is not that difficult, I’ll only be here for a short time, and navigating this chaotic traffic with a vehicle I’ve just broken in might not be the wisest choice. Sp...

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