Someone had lit up. A Boer man, I think, wearing a khaki baseball cap and speaking Afrikaans to his friend. Nasty moustache. And I thought to myself -- good for you, mate.
It was a breath of fresh air. Just when Namibia was becoming a little too much like home, a reminder that this wasn't. We'd found Colgate Toothpaste and my favourite brand of shaving foam in the chemists, oyster mushrooms and Worcester Sauce in the supermarket. Yes, yes, yes, I know all the arguments about passive smoking and why it's of course a good thing to ban it, but for this one guilty moment I breathed long and deep, and felt I was living a little dangerously once again.
John
LOVING your blog maties.
ReplyDeleteThe Spar story reminds me of the Mrs Sauga story!
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