let's go to Shoprite!

Let me tell you about Africa. You have seen the films, you have heard a lot about it, at such point you have even felt sorry about it. Going to Africa tiwce in a period of time less than a year made me open my eyes into something I have never experienced before: the conctact with people of a very different cultural background than mine.

The first thing I saw was the biggest airport I have ever been in: Johannesburg International Airport. in that airport you will find a wall made of glass so big that makes someone see the whole African dawn with all its might included. The trick was to get from Sao Paulo to Johannesburg, a trip of almost fifteen hours. Fifteen hours! I can remember how bad my ass hurt even a day after I got off the airplane, and I can be told that my ass is weak because this ass has been through Peruvian buses' sit which mean that this ass is trained to support everything. Hell yeah.

After arriving to the airport you realize the strangest thing ever. For the first time almost everyone surrounding you has nothing physically in common with you. People going here and there, too busy to stop for a talk or for a drink. Or if that is not the case you will find people sitting in the chair sleeping in way like they have not slept in two days at least. I remember the stores in the airport, the biggest I have ever seen. talking about it, I recall that once I stealed like fifteen post cards and did not get caught. :)

In my way from Johannesburg to Ndola, which is the capital of a country called Zambia, my destination. Luckily the airplane is small and can not fly in high heights so I get to see the African landscapes. One of the most incredible things I had experienced unitl then. The reality strikes when arriving to Ndola. The colored people attending there do not look friendly to my family and me. I remember doing a joke to a woman officer and she got so mad, I mean damn! it was only a little joke.

Either way my father took us from Ndola to Kitwe, the city where he works. The road was not that bad, I have been in worse. But this was supposed to be best road in the whole country. The city was interesting, there was one cinema and one church. Both of those places full of colored people who usually did not smell like a bench of flowers, if you know what I mean.

There were two supermarkets in the city. One of them was from an Indian family and the other one was a group of supermarkets who had at least one shope for almost everycity in the country. It was called shoprite, and is was the strangest supermarket I have ever set foot in. Although it was so sunny it did not have air conditioned, so you can imagine the heat and the smell inside of the shop.

But in the city there was something like the flagler flea market. I did not have a name as far as I was concerned but it was really the typical african market located a few blocks away from the downtown and from the buses stop. Talking about buses, there were not any in that city, and I can be sure that there were not any in the whole country. There were something like combis, if you have ever heard about that term before.

Many things are yet to be told but I guarantee that those things are best kept for the next semester. Any questions you can reach me at my job.