When it comes to organized events in Angola, perhaps it’s fitting that the Portuguese word for ‘wait’ is the same as the one that’s used for ‘hope’ – esperar.
As in, “I hope this damn thing starts before I die of starvation / thirst / malaria / boredom.”
A while back I was lucky enough to spend four months traveling though Southeast Asia, bouncing around, eating street food and getting by where I could live fairly comfortably off […]
If there’s one thing I’ve come to know since moving to Angola, it’s to not take meeting times literally. I’ve learned this the hard way plenty of times. Of course, […]
It hasn’t rained in months. I honestly can’t remember the last time. March? April? I know that there has probably been the odd drizzle, but we definitely haven’t seen anything […]
We finally moved from the Staff House into our own apartments. While the laundry service, cooked meals and cleaning crew had been a nice perk, we’re not shedding any tears […]
Everyone here seems to think I’m a doctor. I guess it would make sense … why else would a non-oil-worker-type person be coming to a hospital everyday with two women […]
It was a dramatic finish. We were trailing 2-1 with two minutes left. The players on the opposing team were up behind their bench, arms locked around each other’s shoulders, […]
Listen as Angola relaxes to the soothing sounds of adult contemporary music.
