I’m sipping Rooibos tea while listening to a German couple pour over a guidebook in the courtyard. At least, I’m pretty sure they are speaking German. Brave parents, they have four boys who all look under the age of ten. I don’t understand a word they are saying, but the sound is comforting: it reminds me a bit of the soundtrack at Starbucks – I can drown it out but enjoy it at the same time. The internet isn’t working today and shops in town close at noon (it’s a Saturday!), so I haven’t been able to get a phone card or cell phone. It’s a beautiful day, but I’m a bit flustered. There’s a lot of things I want and need to do, but I need to remember I’m on African time now.
[Correction: I later learned they were speaking Dutch.]
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