Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Because this is Africa

Boda's are the main means of transportation here.  They're basically motorcycle taxi's, except with low powered engines.  The process of getting a boda to take you where you need to go can be obnoxious.  First you have to argue with the driver about price.  When you are white, they assume you don't know what a fair charge is and they always try to over charge you.  So you stand there arguing with them, then tell them you won't agree to their obscene charge and walk off, following which they usualy slowly ride up to you and tell you they'll take you for the price you wanted all along.  The actual riding part can be a little scary. Most of the roads to where I need to go are dirt roads in very bad condition, there are frequently large ditches in the middle or on the sides of the roads.  The boda driver will slowly maneuver around them, and while at first its terrifying, they usually know what they're doing and you get to where you need to be without any problems. My friends I'm staying with and everyone I talked to assured me that they had never had a boda related incident.
Unless you're me.
The first time we crashed it had just rained and the roads were really muddy. Our boda driver slid in the mud and we fell into a very wet ditch.
The second time the boda driver seemed... inexperienced.  He made a comment about how bad the roads were and a few seconds later I was in a ditch.
The third time was just because bad things happen in threes. I'm not sure what happened but I ended up in a ditch.
I was never seriously injured, but I was tired of landing in ditches so I decided to walk everywhere.
The town we shop in is a little over 2 miles away, and the children's home is about 3 or 4 miles away.  After landing in a ditch three times, a 4 mile walk doesn't seem so bad. We walked to the children's home in the morning, and while it took us an hour and a half to get there, it was a relaxing walk. It was safe and free.
Around four o'clock we decided to head home.
Two miles into our walk home, I tripped and fell into a ditch.
I guess there's no fighting fate. 

1 comment:

  1. Sounds like taxi drivers in Philadelphia! haha. I love reading about what you do each day! Miss you guys! When are you coming home? (i'm already looking forward to it!)

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