Sika | May 26, 2010
Woke up in the morning feeling like blech warmed up into more, ickier, concentrated blech. Blech in my head, blech in my sinuses, blech in my throat, blech in my stomach. And yet, I had to get to Inhambane, or I might as well go straight through: my days left in Moz were numbered. I [...]
Sika | September 14, 2009
After that was another, longer, hotter bike taxi ride up several hills, with a surprisingly wide lane considering the nearly complete dearth of motorized traffic. The lane was unsealed but in most places pretty smooth, and lined with trees, although the shade they gave was more theoretical than actual. The bike taxi dropped me at [...]
Sika | September 13, 2009
But first I had to clear Malawi immigration. The immigration guy called me in front of 4 or so other people, I think because I am white and looked confused and stupid white people are dangerous to leave wandering around all willy-nilly. He asked me why I couldn’t approximate how much I spent in Malawi. [...]
Sika | September 12, 2009
I called Debbie from the train back to Liwonde. She very graciously said I could stay and sent a co-worker just leaving work to come and pick me at the station. I was very happy that the return trip from Nayuchi was considerably shorter than the trip out—about 3 hours. So I even had time [...]
Sika | September 1, 2009
Unfortunately, it hasn’t even admitted it has a problem. Eventually (please, god, in the immediate future), it will realize it is out of control and harm reduction isn’t working. I hope it will then join Westlife Fans Anonymous and break the brutal cycle of its horrible addiction. Preferably before my brains liquefy and splash out [...]
