Business as usual.

The day before yesterday we woke up to hit the crowded streets of Pretoria, like every day this week. The route we take to get to Centurion technopark goes almost directly through Pretoria central. Well, the day went pretty much normally: wake up at 6:45, a quick shower and then an hour in the traffic on a 25km road to labour. The highlight of the day was when our Host "Keke", brought us some giraffe-curry, bananasalad, rise and broccoli. I might say, I didn't taste much because of my cold, but it sure was delicious! :P
Yesterday we wisited Mamelodi area the first time, just to orientate to the place and have some lunch. Lunch was interresting, indeed. It consisted of chicken wings, chicken necks, beef, chicken feet (The actual foot cooked, not that much meat, but plenty of disgusting), chicken livers and finally, the piece de resistance: tryfe, (or that's what I heard). It was chopped intestines of a cow. Pieces of stomach, and what looked like guts. it was "delicious". Well, when in Rome..
Today we went to mamelodi to get the survey done. We arrived there around ten fifteen, just to realize the pupils we were supposed to "interrogate", were leaving already! We executed a quick "seize and question" maneuver with great precision. It wasn't a well rehearsed tactic by a long shot, but we managed to get the answers. (Quality of the answers is classified, though..) We left Mamelodi and headed back to our stronghold. The whole evening we waited for the info that, will we or will we not go to mamelodi tomorrow aswell (to visit another school). It turned out, that our contact hadn't gotten a phonecall he was waiting, so we'll go down to NSN in the morning to wait for it. Ingenious, I might add.. Well again, when in Rome.. I hear it's the African way to deal with things. One must be patient.. Like watching the paint to dry.. Yup, that's it for the day. By the way, our crew is being overwhelmed by an awful disease from the darkest africa. The undersigned is suffering from cold and our brave navigator is struck to the bottom of the bed by and evil fever. Are we going to perish in the cold grasp of malaria? How will we ever survive to the next day?

-Arttu-