Of all the different kinds of weather I face in Botswana the dust storm tends to be my least favorite. Now, its not the kind of dust storm that can sweep across northern Africa but, a Kalahari dust storm or a phefo e e matsubutsubu in setswana - a storm of winds is not a fun event. Generally, they strike up when I leave my windows open at home and have walked to a remote end of the village. It then involves a several kilometer run to my house at top speeds while I silently shout oh god, the windows! SHIT! the pot of lentels will be sandy (who shouts about their lentels?) Dammit, my bed is going to be a fucking beach. Even when you get the windows closed the dust still gets in. After the storm abides I have to spend the rest of the day geting sand out of everything. Yes, dinner was ruined. So, now that I'm tired I will have a sandwich. And beer, beer is good.
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