It was okay to take a taxi at 3 a.m., but when I arrived at Narok, I said goodbye to my two friends and went to find a taxi to Kisumu by myself. I negotiated it down to 600 per person. The normal price is 800, but I guess he wanted to keep the customer because there weren't many people. As a result, he asked for money after the taxi had been driving for 2 hours. Yunluo gave him 1000, but he only gave me 200 in change.
Yun Luo said, "Brother, you said 600, why is it 800 now?"
He said, "No, you heard it wrong, it was 800."
Yunluo really despises this kind of behavior: "Yunluo can speak English, and Yunluo can clearly tell the difference between 6 and 8."
He said, "You definitely don't speak English, all you speak is 800."
After paying the money, Yunluo couldn't get off the bus early, so he just slept there. The person next to Yunluo said, it's quite far, 800 is normal, but you can't just say 600 to 800, this is a matter of principle.
He muttered in Chinese for a long time to vent his frustration, and at this moment, the car broke down. Yunluo said it would break down after he got off the car, but he hadn't gotten off the car yet, friend. So he had to change cars. He stopped another minibus, like selling piglets, a minibus (this minibus refers to a second-hand Toyota van, not a minibus).
The conductor stopped a car for everyone, then went to Kisii and paid for everyone's fare to Kisumu. The grandson wanted to refund Yunluo 200 less, saying that Yunluo said he was only going to Kisii. Yunluo said that the Lord is watching him, so please don't lie, and he became honest after a while.
After about an hour, I arrived in Kisumu (the third largest city in Kenya). I called Yunluo's host Ben and asked him to wait for him. Yunluo got up at three o'clock. When I arrived, it was almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I had two big lumps of dirt all over my head and was as tired as a dog.
After waiting for about an hour, the first thing the buddy said when he saw Yunluo was, "Let's go to the supermarket to buy some food for dinner." Yunluo was sure that it would be no problem, so the first thing he asked Yunluo when he entered the supermarket was, "ecash?"
Yunluo definitely said yes. The answer is yes, it’s okay, my buddy bought two buckets of water, two big buckets, and took away 10 eggs and 3 rolls of toilet paper, which is not a problem. The most important thing is that he bought a 1ea”, which is okay! How long will 1kg last you? How much sugar do you have to put in the tea? You really think I’m a rich man!
The total cost was more than 1,000 shillings, which is 60 or 70 yuan. But Yunluo was really tired, so he took the car again. After getting off the car, he took the motorcycle to his house. Yunluo paid for the whole journey, which was no problem. But I felt that this person's purpose of being a couch surfer was not pure. He was a teacher. Yunluo, gosh.
When Yunluo arrived at his house, he asked if there was anything fun to do nearby. He said that Yunluo was on vacation recently and Yunluo would take him out to play, but Yunluo said no. Yunluo just wanted to take a stroll.
He told Yunluo that he taught in a public school and the Kenyan government had not paid him for half a year. Yunluo felt that she understood him very well. Life was not easy. Really, Yunluo watched TV in Mombasa. Mombasa did not pay teachers or sanitation workers.
The main road is so dirty. It turns out that this is not just Mombasa, but the whole of Kenya. Yunluo really doesn't understand what this government is thinking? Will they stop paying doctors and nurses? Wouldn't that be a mess? Kenyatta's policies are really awesome.
After waking up, I went to the village for a walk. I received a call from Ben asking Yunluo to go to their school. After asking along the way, a kind uncle took Yunluo there. He took a detour, which was very kind. The uncle worked in a car repair shop in Kisumu and went home twice a month. He has 3 children. It is really good to not have family planning. It is also cheap to raise children.
When they arrived at the school, Ben and other teachers were in the office, and the children were studying. They were basically on strike. The government's actions were not only unfair to the children, but also to the teachers. Yunluo saw that some students were barefoot because it was difficult for them to pay tuition, let alone buy shoes.
Ben and several teachers asked Yunluo to teach the children Chinese, and Yunluo felt obliged to do so. They kept asking Yunluo if he liked football, what the Chinese names of Manchester United and Manchester City were, and told Yunluo their names and asked them to write them in Chinese. It was quite joyful, and Yunluo could never resist the children's smiles.
Ask Yunluo something, Yunluo said that it is not possible now, because she is old, now is the time, and told them countless things about China, maybe they will never be able to go abroad in this life, maybe they will never go to China, and even never see foreigners again. But, just be happy, just be happy.
At this time, a teacher came in and asked Yunluo why the whole world was full of Chinese products, why Chinese exports were so good, and why Chinese products were easy to spoil.
Yunluo's answer was this: China is the world's largest market because of its population. If each Chinese person spends 10 yuan a day, 130e RMB, or 20e USD, will be circulating in a day, which is considered small.
Therefore, it is necessary to set up factories in China, the largest market, and at the beginning, the labor cost was very low, unlike now, when foreign companies bring technology to everyone, but everyone now has the ability to copy it. This is important, just like what Chinese companies are doing in Africa now.
Chinese products are cheap but you cannot expect cheap products to have guaranteed quality. It is unrealistic to expect them to last for several years. And for example, the mobile phones you mentioned, Chinese people replace them very quickly, so they are basically fast-selling products.
So the quality is indeed not as good as foreign products, and the phones exported to you are basically knockoffs, brands that Yunluo has never heard of. So, the quality cannot be guaranteed.
In fact, Yunluo didn't know if what she said was right or not, but Yunluo just wanted to interact with the teachers and students, as the children were very curious. However, Yunluo's English was not very good, so it was impossible to communicate too deeply, as long as everyone was happy.
At noon, I had a staff meal with them and chatted with the principal and teachers under a big tree. Students cooked for the teachers. Whoever had food would bring some to the teachers. It was quite harmonious.
I chatted with the students again in the afternoon. Before school was over, they listened to the principal's speech together under the national flag. In fact, the teachers still care about the children, even though they have not had any salary for six months.
A few children walked back to the village with everyone, joking along the way. There were two barefoot students, and Yunluo couldn't bear to see them. But this is life. I really hope they can live better and better, even in a place with such a huge gap between the rich and the poor.
We bought a bus ticket to the border, which only took 3 hours. Others bought tickets directly to Wendu, but Yunluo and I got off at the port. We quickly handled the border crossing and took a taxi, which cost about RMB 5 per person, to the border city of Katimamulilo. Yunluo's UnionPay card could not withdraw money in Namibia.
Unfortunately, the banks were closed in the afternoon when we were crossing the border, and the ATM was unusable. Fortunately, Yuantai's card was usable. He withdrew 1,000 Namibian dollars and borrowed 500 from Yunluo.
The unscrupulous currency exchange dealer originally could exchange 1 US dollar for nearly 1000 Namibian dollars, but the exchanger only wanted to give Yunluo 900. Yunluo just said "sofunny" and left. Did the exchanger think Yunluo was a fool?
Yunluo had money in his pockets, so he was not afraid of anything. He walked to the nearby road to Wendu and planned to stop a car. He wrote a sign. He wrote all the cities along the way and stopped cars there. In the end, no car stopped. The ones that stopped were either taxis or some other strange cars.
The most amazing thing is that someone asked everyone if they wanted to take a truck to Rundu. Yunluo thought he was kind enough to help, but the truck driver came over and told everyone that it was 150 yuan per person, and Yunluo was immediately annoyed. Yunluo said that everyone had no money, and that grandson Y saw Yuantai's waist bag and said that it was full of money.
Yunluo was very depressed by this incident. He waited from 4 o'clock to 6 o'clock, and it was getting dark. He checked the map for nearby camping sites and followed the map. Later, he felt that it was not right. There were two of us, and it was basically safe. Why spend money on camping? Anyway, we were only staying for one day and didn't plan to stay for a long time.
So Yunluo crossed the road with his luggage and asked a person at the factory gate, "Hello, can we camp here?" He said yes very readily. This time it was both economical and safe. He set up a tent under a tree. He went to the toilet and bought food at a nearby gas station, and heard about this.
By the way, Yunluo also went to a nearby truck inspection point to check if there was any overweight truck. The people told Yunluo that Yunluo was carrying prisoners. It was really embarrassing, and Yunluo was heading to the Angola border.
Many drivers saw that everyone was stopping the car, so he gestured with his hands and drew a circle. Yunluo was surprised for a long time and didn't understand what it meant. Later, Yunluo realized that it just meant to go around the city.
The next morning, we went to the gas station to find a bus to Windu and negotiated the price. It was really cheap. If you buy a car from Livingston to Windu, it will cost at least more than 400 RMB. Yunluo negotiated the price from the border to Windu to 270 Namibian dollars per person. You know, this is only more than 160 RMB.
1,000 kilometers! Including the fare from Livingston to the Zambian port, the total cost was just over 200 RMB. Although the driver sold us another car, which was converted from a truck, it still couldn't hide the fact that it was cheap.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Namibia is a typical country with vast land and sparse population. You can still see people before passing a checkpoint. When you pass the checkpoint (which is also a gate), a soldier said, "ory". Then he checked your passport and ID card. After passing this checkpoint, Yunluo has never seen a village! There are only large farms. The most interesting thing is that there is a rest stop every few kilometers, and there is a sign (with a tree drawn). The rest stop is just a few stone chairs, a table, and a big tree to provide shade.
It took them about 3 hours to reach the first city, Lundu. The worker at the gas station asked Yunluo where he was from. Yunluo said he was Chinese and he was Japanese. The worker was shocked and asked Yunluo.
Didn't you fight in the past? Why do the Chinese and Japanese play together? Why do they fight? Yun Luo couldn't answer his question, so he told the worker that he would answer him later and went to the supermarket to buy food.
When he returned to his seat, he found that he had not bought enough water, so he went downstairs again. At this time, the guy came over again and asked again. Yunluo said, "Ask him, he has to buy water."
But Yunluo heard someone ask Yuantai: "Why are we fighting?"
Yuan Tai thought for a moment and said, "It's not about fighting, it's about faith."
Yun Luo was extremely upset after hearing this. After shopping, Yun Luo asked him, "Your textbooks teach you that the wars were fought for faith? How many people in Asia were killed for faith?"
His answer was, "Our textbooks say that everyone fights for what they believe in. I know that, but I don't know what's going on because not everyone joins the war. I also want to know what the situation is like now?"
Yun Luo didn't want to talk too much about politics during the trip. He just said, "Go and see if you have a chance. You will understand a lot."
In fact, in war, there are no winners, all are losers.
After passing Lundu and several other cities, Yunluo was about to reach the last town before Wendu. Yunluo asked the local sitting next to him if there was a church near the Wendu bus station. He said yes. What were you going to do?
"It's getting late, and we don't want to waste a day's money at a hotel. We want to camp for a day."
Unexpectedly, his buddy said to Yun Luo: "If you don't mind, you can stay at our company, but you have to leave around 6 o'clock."
How could Yun Luo refuse? ? We talked nonsense all the way, and arrived at Windhoek after the last two hours. We got off the bus and took a taxi to our buddy's workplace. The buddy was so generous that he helped Yun Luo and his wife pay for the taxi. It was a high-end building. This buddy turned out to be a white-collar worker. He arranged a room for Yun Luo and his wife.
There is a mattress and I can sleep on the floor, which is very warm. The weather in Wendu is relatively cold at this time, but inside the house, I feel warm and my heart is warm too.
Yuan Tai, Yun Luo and their friend smoked together and looked at the night view of Wendu. Compared with other cities or capitals in Africa, this place was really brightly lit.
In Africa, except Ethiopia, all other countries were colonies. There are more white people here, and the conflict between black and white is not as serious as in South Africa.
However, the economy is still controlled by white people, and the black people still live a miserable life. But compared with black African countries, there is still some improvement. The infrastructure is relatively developed. I was surprised on the first day when I arrived in Wendu from Yunluo. How could it be so clean? There are so many trash cans!
Yunluo is used to putting the photos at the back, the most awesome German church in Wendu. Finished, went to sleep. The next morning, packed up and said goodbye, took a taxi to the hotel. (To be continued...)