Arrival in Botswana: Elections, Friends, and a Used Car


Dumêlang borra le bomma! That’s greetings in Setswana, the national language of Botswana.

After a 7-hour flight across the Atlantic, an 11-hour layover in England, and an 11-hour flight to South Africa, I boarded a small, twin-engine prop plane for my final flight to Botswana. My equipment backpack was too large for the overhead bin, so I strapped it into the seat beside me. I buckled my own seatbelt and closed my eyes for a nap. A little less than an hour later, the plane touched down in Gaborone, the capital city of Botswana, and the real journey began.

Ed Pettitt, a friend who has been advising me over the past couple of months, met me at the airport. Ed spent two years as a Peace Corps Volunteer in New Xade (pronounced Ka Day, with a click sound preceding the K), one of the San resettlements, and has played a key role in bringing my project to life. I’ll be staying with him for the next nine months when based in Gaborone.

A member of parliament waves to his supporters.

A couple of days before I arrived in Botswana, the country had held elections. The ruling Botswana Democratic Party (BDP) won —> Read More Here


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