We did not do much during the day except go shopping to try and buy a sim card and change travellers cheques. They will not change the travellers cheques unless we have a bank account (logical, huh), and both our phones are actually locked so do not accept the Botswanan sim. So not exactly the most productive of days, although I did get some studying done.
In the evening all the people of the household went out to dinner at the local pub, George’s, except for June’s husband, Lesley, who was going to a funeral far away and so not in Gaborone for two days. This is the fourth funeral people we’ve heard of three days. Also in the house are Wethu and Nto, June and Lesley’s daughters. The pub is owned by a Scotsman and serves pizza, steak and kidney pie and fish and chips, among others. There is a huge buffalo head on the wall with a cigarette in its mouth. I came here for my 21st birthday at Christmas and sang karaoke for the first time.
After George’s, Wethu drives us to the Bull and Bush, a bar/club that Kabalano is DJing at tonight and has put us on the guest list for. It’s so weird seeing the difference between these places in Gaborone where drinks are only slightly cheaper than in Britain, where the rich kids go, compared to the village we were at the day before. When me and Kate went to dance we were immediately surrounded by guys trying to sleaze us up. And I don’t mean like in the UK, I mean like waaaay more intense. I resorted to dancing with lots of movements that include jerking my elbows backward loads and retreating into the corner. Weirdly, though, seeing this guy behind Kate who she can’t made me decide, (in a drunkenly logical way), to shout into his ear “sorry brother but please just leave us alone”, and he immediately did. Score! Elbow whacking is unnecessary!
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