Today we went to church at Maseru United and I tried to find the woman working with Partners in Health (PIH= Paul Farmer and Jim Kim's org), but she wasn't there. Then I had lunch with Alyssa (real name: Manokhele Kosene) who is the Director of the Lesotho AIDS Coordination Network and her daughter. She was a really cool woman. Her husband was killed in an automobile accident when her daughter was only 1 year old and she created a successful business that found positions for secretaries. When Nancy's parents worked in Lesotho, Alyssa was only a secondary school student and she tutored the Millers in Sesotho, the language of Lesotho.
On the road yesterday, I asked Frank if I could just jump out of the bus when it slowed down in town or if that was illegal and I had to wait until the bus pulled over at a stop. Frank laughed and said that nothing is illegal on the road, so I said bye and jumped out. Then, on the way back, I was sitting in the car, looking out the window, and saw a cab in front of us come to a stop. The driver of a second cab, coming from the opposite direction, pulled out a horsewhip as he rounded the corner near us. When he drove up beside the cab, he whipped the other cabbie in the face, pointed at him and laughed, then drove off. The other driver stuck his head and arm out the window and yelled. It was absolutely hilarious, but when I looked around to see if other people thought it was absurd, they hadn't even noticed. The woman beside me was repositioning her baby and the driver was impatiently trying to turn. I told the Dimmocks and they laughed, calling it culturally appropriate road rage.
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