Lobatse

I arrived in Lobatse with renewed hoped that quickly disappeared. After the hour long bus ride and waiting outside of a “Hispanic” chicken place for a bit we met your mothers and we were on your ways. I had little worry in my head about losing my phone or being away from the boys because I new that I would have time to enjoy with my new family and going to my internship at the local school was to keep me busy. The first night was not bad although my homestay was clearly in the ghetto side of town WoodHall and our house was on the lot with the local rehab hostels that my host mother worked at limiting interactions with neighbors my mother was extremely welcoming and so very pleased to find that my Setswana name was Boitumelo for her own daughter’s named was Moitumelo (Mighty). However after this first night things got “interesting”. Read the blogs that follow to hear more! Tales of my internship, isolation, being insulted and very VERY frustrated at times.