i'm in burundi for a bit. On the way to the airport in nola, i had the most infuriating conversation with a cabbie. i was pretty grateful I only said I was going to Canada, and I didn't mention the Burundi part because he had a lot of Opinions about Africa. "Africa" being a mythical country that we should stop all flights from, and we need to get rid of the democrats (or let's just call them what they are, which is communists), and something about taxes. I can't even accurately relate the story because i can't stand to think of it. Also, it was 5am and i was pretty much wishing i could throw myself out of the cab. it was like living in the comment section of a blogpost on ebola.

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Meanwhile, in the country of Africa, Burundi is lovely. There are all kinds of things happening in a pretty chill way in the streets, but my favourite is when a lady in a brightly coloured batik wrap sways by with a handwoven basket of mangoes on her head. My french is coming back, ish, as long as we don't talk about the future. And let's be honest, I don't do too much of that anyway.

12:47 a.m. - 2014-10-22