March 8, 2015

The robbery made me feel unsafe

It has taken me a few days to actually talk to everyone I wanted to talk to after the experience on friday one week ago. And now I'm ready to share the same it with you.

My intention is not to scare anyone by posting this. It's a way for me to get it out of my system, and also tell you about the stupidness of walking in the dark, especially in a country you are not familiar with. I will at least look over my shoulder twice when I walk around now.

Our last friday in Botswana, the last day of blogging in Bots, me and another girl got robbed. It had just turned dark, and we were thinking we would be safe the two minutes we had to walk without street lights. That was not the case. After ten metres we heard running behind us. I can only remember someone saying "Faen." - later I got to know that that someone was me - before we turned and saw four boys in their late teens running up to get us.
The oldest drew up something, we assume it was a knife, and threathened my friend with it. . One of the others approached me and tried to take my back pack and took my upper arms in his grip How tightly, I don't know. The adrenaline rush was so strong. The last two just stayed in the back, watching. My friends' reaction was clever, she yelled twice: "Take it, just take it!", referring to her purse. Everything to avoid getting hurt. The second time she yelled, the boy who held me loosened his grip to see what was happening to his friend. I then got the element of surprise on my side and hit him as hard as I could in the jaw. He stepped back, and I kept on screaming, furiously, to keep him away.
When they got her purse, they all ran away.

They didn't manage to hurt us, but it still stings. The feeling of us not knowing what they wanted to do to us, was almost the worst part. Why we walked in the dark that evening? As time went by in the village we lived in, we felt more familiar with the place and we had lowered our guards. We hoped and assumed everything would be fine.

The only thing I want to do now is to relax in Mozambique (arrived two days ago). So if someone feel the need to talk to me, do it after my vacation, please. I'm really starting to feel fine again. I'm so relaxed that I've even fallen asleep on the beach several times today.

March 7, 2015

Life in Mozambique: Praia do Tofo

It took us twelve hours (everyone had told us seven/eight) in a crowded mini bus made for chinese people (the seats were so small!) and a tire change to get to Tofo, but we're finally here now. We have rented our own little tree house with a private veranda overlooking Praia do Tofo (Tofo beach). Tonight I will fall asleep to the white noise of the waves.

- Beautiful, isn't it?

February 26, 2015

Somewhat normal?

Sometimes I feel like living in Mochudi is a real test of my patience.

Today I got up. I then walked a few kilometers with Henri and Ingvill.

Then I ate some banana pancakes with apple and pear.

Me and Lena held an interview, which went completely fine.

After the interview I had some banana pancakes with mabele in the mix.

Henri, Ingvill and me bought ice cream.

I sewed my dress and ate chicken for dinner.

We, the people in "the white house", watched a movie. The first one since I got here. And I cried.

Before I went to bed I had some more pancakes - also included rice flour this time.

And it goes on and on and on.

February 25, 2015

"You are not truly friends until you have gone poop-hunting together."

Ancient Norwegian adige:

"You are not truly friends until you have gone poop hunting together."

Signed Garrett.

This saturday a few of us drove out on adventure. We needed to get out of the house. We packed food, a ukulele, chairs and some good mood, we found the dam we were searching for, and there was almost also a small lake. It was all so quiet, the only thing you could hear were the cows, the waders down by the lake, and the burning cowpoop-fire we made. Dried cowpoop makes the best fire. I promise.

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February 24, 2015

Everything turns out well for good girls

Haha. We've been so lucky with our latest rides back home at evening time. Today we got home from Airport Junction getting a ride with one of the guys who waitered at one of the bars there. We wanted just to ask for a cab, but when they heard that we were heading back for Mochudi, they told us that it would be very expensive, so one of them offered to drive us instead. Go karma. I got a smoothie and fish_for_dinner (Botswana is all about cow's meat and not that supreme vegetables) so this was a mouthwatering dinner. Sooo satisfied.

I'll will also have to admit that I stayed in my bed until lunch time today. The only time I got up was when I made pancakes, which I, of course, brought back to bed to eat. What a day.
Tomorrow and the following days will be all about interviews and finishing our work at Stepping Stones (google it), before we head back to Gabs for one last night in Botswana thursdag next week.