Most of the time it's great

I like living here. I really do. Still does it have to be so freaking hard to get my cell phone fixed (would put a question mark here, but that seldom-used key isn't working on this particular keyboard).

I just talked to my so-called cell provider three times and finally someone promised to call me back next week. Fabulous, but maybe they should have asked for some information first because I can promise you they don't know who I am. So I guess I won't be counting on that call. Orange is a South African company, and today is the first time in my life I wish I spoke Afrikaans.     

I am supposed to be at a workshop teaching villagers about HIV and AIDS prevention right now. Instead I am trying to fix my phone while I am still in the city. Never let it be said that I don't know how to prioritize.