for your viewing pleasure!

I went out with my friend Arthur to watch the traditional singing/dancing yesterday. We were told it started at 11, so I left here around 10:30. We drove around the area where I was told it would be, nothing was there. we asked several people drinking under a tree if they knew anything about it, but they told us it didn't start until 3. We drove to the home of a man named Isaac, who had invited me the day before, we were informed he was at work and that the choir didn't start until 2. Then another group told us it didn't start until 1. Arthur and I decided to grab something to eat at a local place called the "Mountain Rest Liqour Restaurant and Jazz Club" . We thought that we would just wait, eat,drive through town and if nothing had changed, would just head back home. The restaurant was a blast and the food was great... For 29 pula, I had 2 beers, a half chicken and rice pap(whipped rice)= 5$. You can't beat it, and the chicken was the best I've had in a long time. the thing about this place was you order you meat, they marinate it, season it, etc. and then you take it out to the braai and grill it yourself. or, if you wish , they will have someone braai it for you. I opted for the latter and Arthur and I sat in this dusty bar talking to a few of the locals.... Travelling around the village with Arthur was great.. he can speak setswana with ease and when he approaches people they are amazed that he can speak their language and can't stop laughing... But it's incredible that he's mastered this language.. They simply can't believe a white man can speak setswana. It's a rarity here.

Around 2 we headed back home and in retrospect had a true Botswana day. we began the day thinking something might happen, it was suppose to happen but no one really knew when and in the end, we came away seeing nothing. This may sound frustrating and it is, but you adjust and expect the worst/ least, and you'll never be disappointed. I'm certain they think Americans work on a completely foreign clock where one is a slave to time.... Basically, here, time is something that just exists......it will happen.... soon... eventually..... ok, it didn't happen.... maybe tomorrow..... or next week..... let's have a beer....... another..... that's how things work here.... and you're never disapointed, just three sheets to the wind by midday. And if you can appreciate that, you'd love this place.

Here's a video for your viewing pleasure. I realize the blog has been a bit lacking of videos of the kids lately, so here's a clip of the twins and Maura playing. they're getting big!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRfWjpQM8bM