Que confusao

Yesterday I kind of invited myself to some Mozambikquan friends.

They came and picked me up in the center of the city. Then we took
one of these chappas to get to their house. If I have never told you
about a chappa, I will gladly give you an description.

Chappa:
this is a 3rd hand minibus. 2nd from china to south africa, 3rd hand
form south africa to mozambique. It´s room for 12 people inside, but
normally you´ll find 25 people on top of each other. it costs
1 norwegian kroner, and you´ll pay when you get of. If you are sitting
in the back of the chappa, everybody has to go out to let you of.
This is a bumpy ride, but worth trying.

Anyway. We reached my friends house, and I was invited into the
livingroom. This is the first room in the house. His mother, sister
and another friend was there. I sat down, and tried to feel as
comfertableas I possible could.

We sat there for a while, and it was really nice. Then my friend started
to make food for me. We ate and I tryed to eat as much as she did.
She ate kind of slowly, and she didn´t really finnish her food. So I didn´t either.

Then after maybe half an hour, I saw they were kind of looking at each
other andthat they didn´t know what to do. It suddenly stroke me that
I´m the one who issupposed to say I should go!! I had been sitting there
for one hour, and normally I think they would stay maximum 20 minutes.
So the last half an hour they had only been waiting for me to say
" well then, I think I have to go" You can´t imagine how imbarrased I was.

Well...

Better luck next time /

today well lived...