I’m not sure when word went out or what was said, but I find myself with a good supply of coffee. It wasn’t that long ago that the British pulled out of here, leaving behind their language, a kingdom of tea drinkers, and a few blue-eyed children. The problem with the coffee that we can get locally is that it is all contaminated with chicory and tastes dreadful. The Southerners did that during the Civil War to make the precious coffee go further, but I don’t know what the reasoning is here. When we last went through Manzini, we were able to find unadulterated coffee, so I have some backup in reserve. We also got a French press, so now I have the option of ground or instant coffee and, either way, I use the French press as a convenient measure/carafe. It is one step up from ‘cowboy coffee’. (Don’t forget we need to purify our water here, so some extra steps are required.) Thanks to my contributors (you know who you are). The care packages are much appreciated.
We’ll be making a trip to Manzini tomorrow (Oct 9) for a little shopping and a good meal—back the same day. We have a meeting in Mbabane later in the month and intend to use our ‘overnight’ then. I’m heading for the internet café now, and if all the planets are aligned just right, I’ll try to get some photos posted—again.
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