Well, I did it.

It's one of those odd things that would only happen to someone like me. I've married my wife twice now without a divorce in there. So it is with the Batswana ways.

Here's a little background on our trip to Botswana where I reveal my diary entries I made while there. Some goods times, some bad, I've maintained them in their originality, any afterthoughts or clarifications are done in a blue font . The notes in black were made on a iTouch and were generally short/sweet just so I could remember the details. All of the entries are under the Journal/Blog entry to the right, you need to start at the oldest to follow the story.



Peo and Nadia started the trip in January of 2010 and I joined them in March. It was my first big trip out of the country and really went without a hitch. Travel to Botswana is fairly painless, well, minus sitting in an airplane for 16 hours straight crossing the Atlantic. We picked up a car in Johannesburg and drove from there into Botswana, experiencing our first true border crossing experience, well excluding Mexico/Canada entry.



So where is Botswana? Just north of South Africa is what I tell everyone. Unfortunately not everyone realizes South Africa is a country so to help everyone out here's a map. On the map if you zoom in on the southern border of Botswana to Gaborone, the capital, you will see Molepolole to the northwest. Rra Sethunya (in Botswana you call elders by the name of their first born prefixed with Rra for males, Mma for females) loaned us his home for our stay, a rather modern home in a village setting.



Botswana Botswana

We spent much of our time in Gaborone and nearly the rest in Molepolole. I truly enjoyed staying in Molepolole. It gave us newbies a chance to experience life a little closer to what the normal citizen does every day. We got to wake up with the chickens crowing and go to bed as the sun set. We saw gorgeous starring nights and enjoyed several thunderstorms. Nadia ran through many puddles before the sands soaked up the water.

Oh yeah, and I married my wife again. My newly found Dad was there and paid the bride price, we ate, danced, listened, and sweated as one big family. In her culture you wed twice, once at your parents village and once at her parents village.