Some like it hot

…but I’m not one of them! It was 112 degrees here yesterday (44 degrees centigrade).

Two Months…

That’s how long it has been since I left Washington, D.C. and flew to Botswana. But how much have I really accomplished in these past two months?

A tough week

This was the first week where I really felt like crap all week. A disheartening meeting with Lesley, the continued lack of running water in town, and general feelings of homesickness combined for a tough couple of days.

Wordless Wednesday: Wild Dog Snuggling

The boss is back

Tico returned on Monday. There was some confusion about his arrival: no one knew exactly when he would be back. The McNutt’s younger son was supposed to start school on Monday so Margaret and I thought they might come back on Sunday, but then around noon on Monday one of the BPCT staff got a text message that Tico & Wilder would need to be picked up at the Maun Airport around 3 pm.

Since all the official BPCT vehicles were in use and Peter Dow, the director of education, was going to be on a school visit, I was the only person with both a vehicle and the freedom to pick up Tico & Wilder. Around 2:45 I left the office and drove the quarter-mile to the airport, pulling through the gate and into a parking spot just next to the main entrance.

Goin’ to the Dogs

Well, it finally happened. I finally got to see Botswana’s famed African wild dogs!

Thank you Baby Max!

I’ve refrained from writing about my search for a car until I had purchased one – and yesterday, I did!

This is the kraal that never ends…

Yes it goes on and on my friend / Some people started building it not knowing what it was / And they’ll continue building it forever just because…

That’s right folks. The kraal still isn’t done. We’re looking at probably another 2 days of work, at the very least. What was supposed to take just a week has become a month-long task.

Fool me once, shame on you…

My flip-flops slapped the ground and my lungs burned as I tore around the corner of a cinderblock wall after Huxley. “Remind me again what’s so great about this darn dog?” I thought to myself, glancing up to see him chasing merrily after the donkeys. For the second time in a week, I found myself chasing after Huxley as he tore off into the neighborhood behind Lesley & Tico’s house.

Caught in the Act

This story features pap, one of the de facto national dishes of Botswana. It is made by adding flour to boiling water, and stirring until it is roughly the color and consistency of mashed potatoes. Hope you find it as amusing as I did!

In the early morning chill, we huddle around the campfire, clutching our mugs of tea and coffee in a desperate attempt to warm our hands.