My tales of life on the far side of Africa continue. I ordered three printed mugs for Christmas, one with the ALL BLACKS logo. "Twenty minutes," said the proprietor. I said I'd step out of the shop for a moment, and return -- which I did after sixty minutes. "Just few more minutes!" said the proprietor, as he pulled down some blank, white mugs from the shelf. About half an hour later, he appeared with a mug. "It is a little bit upside down," he said (see the image). Then, "I will give it to you free!" Next came payment. "I am sorry," he smiled, and showed me a broken card machine. I said I'd send an electronic transfer. But now my whole bank was down -- no doubt overloaded before Christmas. And this isn't half the story.
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