Just a quickie because I ran out of Internet minutes over the weekend and was only able to buy a $5 worth for the night, which gives me about 35 MB of data (including uploading and downloading). Have I mentioned that I hate Lesotho internet?!

Anyway, I have a few pieces of big news!

First, I have a house!!! Omigosh, and it’s beautiful! It will have hard wood floors by the time I move in, as well as AC and heating units in the main rooms, plus a fireplace in the living room. It also has a fountain in the front yard. Pictures soon! Which reminds me, I owe you pictures of my new car, Whitney, too.

Second, I’m taking my first intra-country flight tomorrow. Hopping on a small prop plane to a “faraway” district called Qacha’s Nek. That ‘Q’ is actually a click. Which means I can’t quite say the name of the district properly. Even after a month of Sesotho lessons. Just wait til I can post pictures!

Third, I’ve discovered the furniture in Maseru is awful. That’s not so much news as it is just a piece of random information, I suppose. Tried to find a bed and simple, classy bed frame today. No luck. I mean, NO LUCK. It’s as though people here can only decorate with gigantic, overly dramatic, cheesy and heavy pieces that look as though they belong in your Aunt Norma’s worst nightmare of a house. I wanted so badly to support the local Lesotho economy by purchasing local but I’m not sacrificing the daily aesthetic of my home for the next two years of my life for the cause. Besides, they import all their stuff from South Africa anyway.

Gotta run — need time for one episode of Prison Break before sleeping beneath my new down comforter.

I have received stern words from multiple people about my lack of recent posts and I would just like to say I’m sorry.

That’s all.

Oh, and I am determined to bake authentic NYC bagels – supposedly, other than NYC water, bagels require malt syrup. Which I managed to procure in Ladybrand, South Africa after a three-week search. If you have any tips for bagels or cream cheese recipes, do send them along!

Also, if anyone wants to send me a couple of Stephanie Plum novels, I’d be eternally grateful. I’m trying to cultivate a Lesotho Stephanie Plum Fan Club.

Lastly, I’m off to Zimbabwe this weekend to see Victoria Falls, hang out with a DC-based friend who is in Zim for the next month, and catch a glimpse of some lions, elephants, leopards, rhinos and buffalo. You know, the usual.

For some reason, I just remembered a rather amusing story of the first (and only) time I ventured into the Lesotho Housing Development Corporation in order to submit an application for a house in Friebel (an area known for its quite nice and quite cheap housing). I assumed I could just waltz in, fill out an application and be done. But nooo. The ntate (Sesotho for “sir” or, directly translated as “father) informed me and my colleague that we had to first write and submit a letter saying we wanted to apply. THEN, we could fill out an application and submit the rest of the necessary paperwork. No joke. So as my colleague made motions towards the door, I promptly asked for a piece of paper and a pen and wrote out the stupid letter at the man’s desk; gave it to him; and received an application in return. The next step was to bring in copies of my passport, working papers, bank statements and probably a letter of credit promising my first born child and a bag of sweet potatoes. Needless to say, I never went back.