When in Africa, do as the Africans do.
the backseat. cab from church to lunch. |
After church, we presented a challenge to the cab driver of a very small cab. Could he fit all five of us and our luggage into his cab?
He told us that somebody had broken into his trunk the week before and stolen his spare tire. As terrible as it sounds, it was the only way that we could have gotten that extra bag into the trunk.
He could do it.
It was a tight fit.
But we did it.
This is the stuff memories are made of.
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