The guy at Bank of America, who was concerned about potential fraud from my debit card use as of late, asked me twice where I was going tomorrow (answer x2: Zimbabwe), once how to spell that (answer: Z-I-M-B-A-B-W-E) and three times in series about where this place was located (answer: Yes, a country. in Africa. the continent). No wonder a ruthless politician with only his self-interest at heart can bring down an entire population's livelihood and get away with it. The Bank of America guy doesn't even know the country exists!
In case you couldn't guess, I'm gearing up for my next big trip to Zim tomorrow. It's a long one too. I'll be back on the 9th of February, but not before spending nearly two weeks of that time in the eastern province of rural Manicaland. I'll be saying goodbye to my mobile phone and email, which are worthless there, and hello to the old-fashioned hard copies of journal articles and other papers that require no electricity to read. My aim is to be productive as possible while I'm being forced off the grid, so to speak.
When I return, I'll be looking forward to finding something good to report about my trip in the next blog... or else I'll just blog about something new that is completely unrelated to Zimbabwe. If you don't have anything nice to say - my 94 year old grandfather always reminds me - say nothing at all. I should probably listen to my grandfather's advice more often.
Have a great couple of weeks!