The one thing that I still need to really understand, is the African concept of time. Or should I say the lack thereof? For two days running, I am waiting for over an hour for meetings scheduled, where I arrived precisely on time. Both of these meetings were real estate related. The following options are on the table: 1) Estate agents think that you have as much time available as they do; or 2) They don't own watches; or 3) They are messed around so often by prospective clients that they end up not giving a damn. That is after the complete mission to actually find a decent real estate agent where the one in question and trying to get your business, is not accompanied by an entourage in a beaten down vehicle and asking for petrol money, to show you the supposed available adobe in question. And then... you get to these places which they want to sell to you at the equivalent of a million Rand and you think: "Ok, people live here. Every day. How bad could it be?" The answer to that, of course, is BAD, very BAD! In fact, my mind boggles at the concept. (Btw it is now an hour and a half later and STILL waiting.)
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