Orientation

This is not a travel blog. I'd like to avoid the rantings on life and the world that make most of these things unreadable; but also, I finished traveling almost a week ago, when we arrived. I'm here for the long haul, and this blog will intermittently document my successes and failures, trials and tribulations in adapting to life on the other side of the world. Which I've found so far to be both uncomfortably close, and fascinatingly far from home.

Taxis, above, run to and from a parking garage in the center of the city on set routes - meaning that unless your destination lies between you and the center, you'll have to go downtown and transfer. To ensure that all 15 passengers pay their fare, the driver collects the money by rows - about 80c a person.

More familiar are the endless suburbs and shopping malls. I don't think this requires any explanation - it's just like home. Only with more fast food.
















More in a few days, as we venture out of suburbia, and into the wilds of africa.