After feeling so triumphant about my
sleeping abilities the previous night, jetlag got the best of me last night. I
woke up at 2am and couldn’t fall back asleep until after 5am. The good news is
that I got some reading done, essential since I apparently packed 17 books to
read during these four months. Really Scooter?
This afternoon I was asked if I wanted
to try driving for the first time—a driver had just come back from the weekly
shopping trip, so I was going to drive him home, then bring the car back. While
at home I had borrowed a neighbor’s stick shift to practice driving it a bit. I
had learned to drive stick originally when I was 16, but after we got rid of
our pickup truck I hadn’t driven one in probably 6 years. I knew that driving
here would involve two fun changes: stick for the first time in many years, as
well as driving on the left side of the road. I successfully drove us up to the
health center to drop some items off, then one more stop at a person’s house.
As the driver came back to the car it started to rain. He says “we must drive
quickly because soon the roads will become too muddy.” I laugh because it’s
such an African thing to say, plus how quickly will that happen anyway? Within
another minute it begins to pour so hard I can barely see the road. And to
answer my question: almost instantly. Suddenly stick shift and the fact that
I’m sitting on the right side of the car become irrelevant—I’m more worried
about seeing the road in front of me (did I mention that the sun went down
instantly in the last 10 minutes? The black clouds may have had something to do
with it) and sliding off into the bushes. In order to keep the windshield from
fogging completely over we have to turn the heat on full blast and, rain or no,
it’s summer here and freaking hot. We crack our windows but can’t open them too
much without getting soaked. I make it all the way to his house, a couple miles
down the road, but by this point he’s decided he’s not going to send me back
alone, so we wait for another truck with two people to come get me and this
truck. In the 20 minutes it takes them to come get me the roads get unbelievably
worse as it continues to pour. Driven back by one of the volunteers, I’m
assured that this is the worst driving he’s seen, and driving right now has
nothing to do with a stick shift or the opposite side of the road. “Oh, the
driver wanted me to tell you to be careful not to go off the road to the left
side, because it’s a big ditch and you’ll never get the car out” I inform him
helpfully. We get almost all the way back, we can see the mission ahead and we
relax a little. Just as conversation moves to non-weather/driving related
topics for the first time, lightning strikes directly to the right of our car,
so close and loudly that we both jump to the left as if to dodge it. I return
to my house to find the power is out and I’m assured that it probably won’t
return until tomorrow at the earliest. Oh Africa, how I have missed you!
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