Thursday, 25 November 2010

Coolness Type B

Why is it that you're so much cooler if you do the thing you do in rural Malawi than if you do the thing you do in central London? Maybe it's the nature of the thing you do that makes the difference...

It's the cavewoman survival instinct that tells me it's so sexy that he can drive a really beat truck on dirt roads full of children, goats, holes, monkeys, trees in the pouring rain, with the wiendshield wiper breaking and the headlights that have just turned off. And that he keeps his cool when he accidentally separates the mom from the baby elephants, causing the huge mom to get slightly pissed off and fake charge the car (and the 4 women from Ohio to almost pass out right there).

Do I detect a dangerous pattern here, in this fascination with people in different continents?

3 comments:

  1. So Dad has a point when he says that Malawi's charm must be partly due to some other kind of attraction....
    I love you, babe
    Mom

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  2. Malawi's charm is due to the moon taking up half the sky and the harsh beauty of the landscapes that look like paintings, of mud huts and yellow fever trees, it's due its welcoming and warm hearted people and to how everything is shockingly real and magically unreal. Children fly at night in Malawi and when the sun sets the sky is orange and when the rains come the hungry season ends. I accidentally walked into a funeral and a witch doctor show, I met a girl who casually explained God and the meaning of life to me and a man with one of the sharpest analytical minds I've ever met, somewhat underused because of the chances of his birth.

    But I digress.. let's stick to men here. There's something charming in the uniqueness of a white man in Africa who does it right.
    But this time it really REALLY doesn't matter. There are 2 lessons I have learnt: when in Africa 1) watch what you drink! and 2) marvel in amazement at everything you see.
    All the rest doesn't matter.

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  3. I detect some serious danger here. I feel like I'm already in trouble just by reading this!

    Malawi! Here I come...

    (in my dreams, of course)

    xoxox

    T

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