$2 high

Down the road next to the primary (elementary) school is the Quicky Picky. That's where I got one of the best fixes one could ever ask for in this life. For about 2 bucks I bought a MACHETTE and "death in a bottle." The latter is a soft drink called Mirinda. Jeami hates it, thinks it tastes like Dimetapp. It' awesome! Snow cone syrup in a bottle. Can we say sugar high? Also, perhaps you didn't hear me earlier, but I own a MACHETE, I mean, what greater feeling is there in the world? I own a freaking MACHETE! Are you mocking me right now? If so, it's just because you don't have one. You wouldn't understand :)

Our impromptu African Dance Party was awesome! Our team tried to show the African high schoolers the finer points of the electric slide and MJ's moonwalk and they flat schooled us on rhythm...and busted out some sweet Congo moves as well :).

One thing I'm learning about the culture is that honest descriptions of people or situations are provided without offense. Example: when introducing us at the all boys school, they said its so great to have visitors with these types of protrusions (at which point he puts his fists at his chest). Did he actually SAY that? Yes, yes he did! WOW!

Know what scares me the most out here? Walking. In the dark. I mean pitch dark. Inky blackness. Heart of darkness. Dark.

Why? Because of the cobras, the mambas - all poisonous, all deadly.
The ONLY comfort I've taken is in being told that they don't travel on the dirt roads b/c their bellies don't like the feel. Ya right. They're not on the road. That's why I almost stepped on one walking home tonight. My sweet moves saved me. Then I screamed like a 4 year old girl. That saved Heather. Then Jimmy our guide stepped on its head and killed it. A cobra*.

Me: Jimmy, you said the snakes don't come on the roads. What was that all about?

Jimmy: Sometimes they need to cross the way.

Me: Great. The single antidote to my snake-o-phobia shattered. Just great.

Then we kept walking, no, more riding on a wave of adrenaline and fear deep into the night. Dunt dunt dAaaaa (scary movie sounds).

*Honesty Disclaimer: In truth it was a baby snake, BUT they tend to release the most venom, so in some respects they're even MORE DANGEROUS :). Whatever. Have you ever tangled with a cobra in the inky blackness of an African night? I didn't think so.

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