Here’s just a little story about the hospitality of people in Botswana.
On Saturday, Amy, Graham, and I went to a soccer game at the National Stadium. It was between two local Premier League teams, Gaborone United and the Kaiser Chiefs. Of the approximately 1,000 people in attendance, we were the only three white people. Throughout the game, a few Batswana (that’s the word for more than one person from Botswana) came and asked how we were enjoying the game, told us about Botswana, taught us a few words, etc. They were so welcoming to us, we couldn’t believe it. I have a hard time believing that if there was a stadium of 1,000 white people and three Africans, the white people would be as accommodating.
Anyway, after the game was over, we took a chombi ride about fifteen minutes back to the bus rank. From there, we walked about another ten until a truck pulled over in front of us. The driver leaned out of his window and asked us how we liked the game. He told us he recognized us from the stadium and wanted to make sure we had a good time. We assured him that we did, then chirped him a little bit because the team we were cheering for had won.
It was crazy: all the way across the city, this guy just pulled over to make sure that we, complete strangers, had a good time at the game. Granted, we were pretty recognizable as the only white people there, but we could tell that he wasn’t concerned about any racial issues, he just wanted to know that we were enjoying his country. So far, so good.