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There is a strange, almost meditative (zen-like?) state that can only be reached by the unique combination of extreme travel, extreme jetlag, and extreme emotional distress. 
I'm on a flight from Chicago to Portland with my wife.  We have been the road for the better part of the last month.  First, the NDC in Morocco, then a few weeks in South Africa. 
However, the vacation took a turn.  We received a 3am call that Mollar's dad had another stroke (he had one 8 months ago) in Lower Gweru, Zimbabwe.  We struggled with flights, rentals, borrowed cars, car repairs, and packing.  We set off but he died suddenly, exactly one day before we arrived.  He was 59, and is survived by 9 children.  We arrived in Bulawayo and immediately got off the plane and started driving in brother Vusimuzi's Mazda 323 the three hours from !Bulawayo to Gweru (he drove up twelve hours from Joburg, while we used air tickets for Bulawayo).  We worked all day and all night to find a coffin and prepare the body.  We looked at every coffin in that tiny town and ended up having one driven in late at night from another town for about 2 million (!) Zim Dollars.  I carried the Z$2M in a series of hidden pouches filled with 10- and 20-thousand dollar bearer cheques; the largest denomination bill is only Z$1000.  The rate money is exchanged on the “parallel” market is now 1:5200.  It was 1:305 when we were in Zim two years ago.  They have the highest inflation in the world at about 600% per year.  We secured the coffin at about 8pm and continued driving east four more hours to Harare to get older sister Felicia, whow flew in from Arusha via Dar Es Salaam and Nairobi.  Then we slept from midnight to 4am at a friend's in the high density cluster homes of Harare's suburbs and set off before dawn to drive back to Gweru for the 10am funeral in the bush, on Mo's father's “homestead” in Lower Gweru.  Lower Gweru is about 100km outside the small town of Gweru, which itself is between Bulawayo and Harare (which is kind of the “Aberdeen, Washington” that splits Portland and Seattle” if you get my drift).  We drive on tar for a while then it's all dirt, then potholes and rocks.  The rocks shred the cars exhaust and underbody and we'll deal with that later.
We get out to “ekaya” - home - and see th small hut that he lived in.  He raised cows, had a Maize field until his stroke.  There's no power, water, or cell phone coverage.  (There's also not a white guy for a few hundred miles, save me.)  But, my little bit of Ndebele and Mollar's family's kindness put me at ease.  I'm “mkwenyanna” - the son-in-law - and I'm interloping here.  There is a heated debate with the family and the “headman” and “chief” about where to bury the body.  It's entirely in Ndebele and I get every 3rd or 4th word, so I hear “blah blah we will go blah blah white man blah blah then we eat.”
This lasts about 4 hours before a decision is made.  People from all over the countryside have gathered, as he was a very kind and well-loved man.  The headman's count was 753 people.  Then we buried him.
We drove 4 hours back to Bulawayo, which was hosting the Zimababwe International Trade Fair, and as we arrived at the airport we heard drumming and singing as a throng (literally a throng) of people tried to push through that airport's single metal detector.  Turns out President Rober Mugabe (number 4 on Time Magazine's dictactor list after Quadafi, Saddam and the president of Equatorial Guinea.  Why we invaded Iraq but allow Fidel, Bob, Momar and these other guy's is beyond me) was arriving.  We jetted away literally as Bob's (Mugabe) private plane was being escorted in by a miltary escort. 
After the drive, we flew 2 hours to Joburg - 4 hour layover - then 11 hours to Madrid - 5 hour layover - then 10.5 hours to Chicago - 2 hour layover and 2 hours in immigration anbd customs - and now a final 4 hour Chicago to Portland flight that is one hour late, before we drive the final hour to home in NW Portland.
I'm so tired I'm on autopilot.  I'm literally subsisting on pure momentum (and presumably stored glucagon).  I'm healthy though; lost about 10-15 pounds eating and living as one does when one's income (avg. per capita) is US$100-US$300 a month.  Americans have no idea how “good” they have it.  We paid about US$5 a gallon for gas while we were there - remeber the per capita...that's not exageration.  Walking, car sharing, emergency taxis (VW buses filled with 15+ people) are the mode of transport.  Queuing for petrol for hours.
I'll post pics of the trip as well as some interesting linguistic observations on the differences between isiZulu and isiNdebele, as well as our experiences as an interracial couple in South Africa on the 10 year anniversarry of their free elections. 
Then we'll return this blog to its regularly scheduled programming.
...and miles to go before I sleep. 
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只有通过极端旅行，极端时差和极端情绪困扰的独特结合才能达到一种奇怪的，几乎是沉思的(禅宗？)状态。 我和妻子正从芝加哥飞往波特兰。 在上个月的大部分时间里，我们一直在路上。 首先是NDC在摩洛哥，然后在南非几个星期。 但是，假期转了。 我们接到凌晨3点的电话，称莫拉尔的父亲在津巴布韦的下古韦鲁又发生了一次中风(他在8个月前发生过一次中风)。 我们在航班，租金，借来的汽车，汽车维修和包装方面苦苦挣扎。 我们出发了，但是他突然死了，就在我们到达的前一天。 他今年59岁，有9个孩子。 我们到达了布拉瓦约，立即下飞机，开始从！布拉瓦约三个小时到兄弟Vusimuzi的马自达323开车到Gweru(他从Joburg开了十二个小时，而我们则使用了飞往布拉瓦约的机票)。 我们整夜整夜地工作以寻找棺材并准备尸体。 我们看着那个小镇上的每只棺材，结果发现一辆棺材在深夜从另一个小镇开出，价值约200万(！)Zim Dollars。 我随身带着一系列藏匿着小袋的200万美元，里面装着1万至2万美元的不记名支票。 最大面额的纸币只有1000南非randint。 在“平行”市场上货币兑换的汇率现在是1：5200。 两年前我们在Zim时是1：305。 他们的通货膨胀率最高，每年约为600％。 我们在晚上8点左右把棺材弄好，然后继续向东开车四个小时到哈拉雷去找姐姐费利西亚，费利西亚是从阿鲁沙经达累斯萨拉姆和内罗毕飞来的。 然后，我们从午夜睡到凌晨4点，在哈拉雷郊区高密度集群房屋中的一个朋友家中，黎明前出发，驱车回到Gweru参加上午10点在Mo父亲在下Gweru的“家园”举行的葬礼。 Lower Gweru镇位于Gweru小镇外约100公里，该小镇本身就位于Bulawayo和Harare之间(如果让我漂流的话，它就是“波特兰和西雅图的“华盛顿阿伯丁”)。 我们在沥青上行驶了一段时间，然后全部是泥土，然后是坑洼和岩石。 岩石粉碎了汽车的排气和车身底部，稍后我们将进行处理。 我们出去到“ ekaya”(家)，看看他住的小屋。他养牛，有玉米田，直到中风。 没有电力，水或手机覆盖。 (救了我，也没有几百英里的白人了。)但是，我对恩德贝勒和莫拉尔一家人的好感让我放心。 我是“ mkwenyanna”-女son-我在这里插话。 与家人以及“头目”和“首席”关于将尸体埋在何处的争论非常激烈。 它完全在Ndebele中，而且我每听到第3或第4个字，所以我听到“等等等等，我们会去的，白人等等等等，然后我们吃饭。” 大约需要4个小时才能做出决定。 由于他是一个非常善良而又受人喜爱的人，所以来自全国各地的人们都聚集了。 负责人的人数为753人。 然后我们把他埋了。 我们驱车4小时返回到举办了Zimababwe国际贸易博览会的布拉瓦约，当我们到达机场时，听到一群人(实际上是一群)试图穿过该机场的单个金属探测器的鼓声和唱歌声。 事实证明，总统罗伯·穆加贝(Rober Mugabe)(在《时代杂志》的独裁者名单上排名第四，仅次于Quadafi，萨达姆和赤道几内亚总统。我们为什么入侵伊拉克，但允许菲德尔，鲍勃，莫马尔和其他这些家伙不在我身边)。 当鲍勃(穆加贝)的私人飞机被护送时，我们从字面上驱散了。 开车后，我们飞了2个小时到约堡-4个小时的中转-然后11个小时到马德里-5个小时的中转-然后是10.5个小时到芝加哥-2个小时的中转和2个小时的移民及海关习惯-现在是最后4个小时的芝加哥到波特兰航班晚点了一个小时，然后我们才开车最后一小时回到西北波特兰回家。 我很累，我正在自动驾驶。 我实际上是依靠纯动量(大概是储存的胰高血糖素)。 我很健康。 当一个人的收入(人均平均)为每月100-300美元时，他们的饮食和生活就减少了10-15磅。 美国人不知道他们有多“好”。 当我们在那里时，我们为每加仑汽油支付了约5美元-记住人均...这不是过分。 步行，汽车共享，紧急出租车(15人以上的大众巴士)是交通工具。 排几个小时的汽油。 我将发布此次旅行的照片，以及有关isiZulu和isiNdebele之间差异的一些有趣的语言学观察，以及我们在南非自由选举10周年纪念中作为异族夫妇的经历。 然后，我们将使该博客恢复其定期计划的编程。 ...离我睡觉还早着呢。 -------------------------- 从我的BlackBerry Wireless Handheld发送

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