"Black. Shorts. Let's Go"

That's what the cab driver "Dixie" said upon picking us up at the relatively sketchy bus station in Johannesburg. That bus station was an experience. African women can balance anything on their heads. The other day in Maputo, I saw a lady walking down the street with a propane tank proped on her head, and at the bus station I've seen several women balancing suitcases! And heavy ones with rollers! It's very impressive, but I don't understand why they don't just roll it. It's not like they're hands are full. I'm at the airport at the moment. We took a night bus here from Maputo, because flights to Zimbabwe were only $160 as opposed to $500. The night bus was double decker and super comfortable. I was very pleasantly surprised. Marina hooked us up with a ride to the airport from the bus station. She knows the cab driver Dixie, told him that we'd be the only white people waiting there, and that I'd be wearing black, and Peter would be wearing shorts. It's amazing all the connections that these people have. They set us up with a sweet cab driver (who drove a brand new Mercedes Benz, and took us to this travel agency called "Quintessentially" to book a flight to Victoria Falls. We haven't actually paid for our flight yet. And the Air Zimbabwe counter has yet to open. This is definitely the first time I've showed up at the airport without having actually paid for my ticket first. So we better go take care of that!