On Sunday while others were off to church I finally had the opportunity to sleep in before we headed to Game City to see the end of the Toyota Desert Race, a 1000 kilometer trek through the desert of Botswana that started on Friday (we actually met drivers competing at Bull and Bush Friday night).
So we shopped at the mall for a little bit (I finally got myself a souvenir, a spiffy new Botswana soccer jersey) and then pushed and shoved to try and get a spot where we could see some of the cars cross the finish line, but we kept getting ushered away by a very aggressive police officer. We were also warned about the potential for pickpocketers at the event because there were people there from all over South Africa. I tend to always be paranoid about pickpocketers anyway (I've worked out this "swinging arm" technique where I can constantly check if my wallet and my phone are in my pockets) and in broad daylight someone reached into the front pocket a girl's purse in our group. Luckily there was nothing there and she called the guy out on it and he quickly disappeared, but even so you never really take things like that too seriously until it happens to you so it was a startling experience. The race itself really wasn't all that exciting and we quickly left to return to wandering around the mall and fawning over how cheap everything is here. Sunday night was very quiet because everyone was exhausted from a jam-packed weekend and the next day we got to start work. Look forward to more interesting details to come soon.
Ke a go rata!
I still hate you for getting that jersey first.
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