When the rain hits the tin roof so hard you have to crank up the volume on your computer to the max to hear anything.
When a gecko staring at you while doing your business in the old WC becomes normal.
When mangoes taste like zesty, sun-flavored heaven.
When every party turns into a crazy, sweaty mass dance-athon without any of those awkward first hours when small groups dance in circles at the far edge of the dance floor, pretending like no one is watching.
When patience seizes to be a mere virtue and becomes a survival skill.
When your hygiene standards have been tested over and over again and possibly forever changed.
(Forgive me for using the generic, lazy ‘Africa’ as shorthand for Tanzania. It just sounds less like something you’d print on a cheap souvenir T-shirt that way.)
Have a lovely day, wherever you are.