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...30pm: Outside Nikola Tesla Airport, cab drivers approach us in quick succession after I arrive with my boyfriend and his sister for a three-day trip to visit his friend from college. We've been warned to be wary of unmetered 'gypsy' cabs run by drivers eager to overcharge clueless tourists. My boyfriend tries to reason with one, insisting that his friend, a Belgrade native, assured us that a cab would cost no more than 1,500 dinars— nothing close to the 2,500 the cabbie has quoted. The driver retorts, "Well, why doesn't your friend pick...
LONDON, England — Last night, my friend invited me over to his house, where he was roasting a wild boar. Such an invitation was impossible to reject, and although my images of a spit-skewered animal turning over an open flame turned out to be purely the work of my imagination, I was not in the least disappointed by the actual product. Our host’s girlfriend had recently purchased the beast in Corsica (“I carried it in an ice bag on the plane!” she claimed), and together with the olives...
...fact, when I first arrived in Kampala, a Ugandan friend gave me a tutorial on living here. The number one warning: beware the “boda boda.” She recounted harrowing tales of drive-by purse snatchings, gory hit-and-runs, and lecherous propositions. For many in the city, the term “boda boda” man suggests an attitude as much as a profession...
...same tactics that render the “boda boda” the most convenient transit system in Kampala also make it the most dangerous. To wary city drivers such as my friend, “boda bodas” are rogue marauders careening around the congested traffic like an accident waiting to happen. And they do happen. Often. “Boda boda” crashes are the second leading cause of admission to the city’s main hospital, Mulago...
...couldn't see very well. But B called to me just as I walked outside. He had been slowly teaching me about greetings, and he extended a pound. I flubbed on the first try—maybe my mind was tangled. Then I asked B and one of his friends about handshakes. I had always felt that the pounders were somehow excluding me, and was sure that B and his friends knew a few gestures that marked off cliquish social groups. B told me that I was wrong. Yes, hand etiquette changes every few years, and there are some conventions...