Welcome to the travels of Carol and Jim.
We'd like to share our perspective of the world with you.
It is often off-center and usually irreverent. The letters were written as a way for us to keep details of the trip fresh, but eventually started working their way to friends and family and became unwieldy to manage. Many of the letters have been lost along the way before I was convinced to organize them into this blog by my daughter.
The trips are archived into separate units with each date representing a trip and all the letters from that trip are included in the folder itself. They all read top down.
Enjoy, and always remember to live large and prosper
,
Carol and Jim

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Jim has a bad hair day

Hello to all, once again.
I have a few minutes while I'm waiting for our host Cathy to head to the police department to fill out a form after a little meeting in the middle of the road between her car and another. It was two cars backing out of parking stalls, and crunch!! Nothing major, but bent nerves.

So while I'm waiting for her to return, I decide to have my hair cut. As many of you know, I love to get my hair cut in various parts of the world. It is always a fun and enlightening event. In this case, it was also a "Lightening" event as well. I went to a "Barbershop," which is essentially a tin roofed, plywood- sided structure about 5 feet square. The power comes from an automobile battery which is connected by alligator clips to a converter which is then connected to his clippers. I told him to just take a little bit off the sides and top. Now remember, English is the unifying language of Botswana and virtually everybody speaks it. But not everybody speaks it well. Soooooooooo, Carol is watching in the background and filming the whole thing It’s pretty drastic," she says part way through the "Trim." Now that is not designed to relax me. I hate hair cuts in the first place, hence Carol always cuts my hair.
When I saw myself in the mirror, the only thing I could say was: "I'm back in the army." It is literally a buzz cut. Nothing, and I mean nothing is long enough to comb, now matter how much goo I might put on it. I haven't had hair this short since 1966 when they took me kicking and screaming off to boot camp. Oh, well, I wanted a cultural experience.
I said: "Oh, my god," and he looked at me and said: "Is it too short?" Well, what are you going to do, put it back? Maybe, just maybe, by the time I get home, it will be long enough to comb. I think I should shave off my beard and make the whole thing complete.
We're in Maun, Botswana, off tomorrow for our ten days in a row of frou-frou camps in the Okavango Delta, Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe and two camps in Zambia. It will be a different Jim that they get from what they might otherwise have seen.

I've lots more to talk about, but this just needed to be said and then forgotten about.
Stay safe everybody.
Love to all,
Jim

No comments:

Post a Comment