Swaziland continues to give me the giggles.
Last night I went to bed knowing full well that I would be up at 6 AM to the sound of squealing pigs. It's feeding time, and they don't hold back. (Thankfully, I'm getting used to the roosters... and by my latest calculation there are three of those fuckers.)
I was doing my thing in the morning... making breakfast... showering... and every once in a while I would jump at what sounded like the sound of a boulder landing on my tin roof. It was either one of two possibilities: either a monkey or an avocado falling from the tree due to said monkey.
Around 9:30 I hear a new sound: My boss, his wife and his two kids. (In Swaziland there is absolutely no privacy.)
I go out and say my hellos and we all talk about how rambunctious the monkeys are. The mom-in-law then continues to tell me... and I'm pretty sure she was absolutely serious... that I should start wearing a helmet as I walk from my cottage to the car because [and I quote] if an avocado hits me on the head it will knock me out.
What do you say to that?
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