surrounding the field however were the letters MTN. completely meaningless to most of the spectators cramped into the tiny lounge room covered in blankets. to three of us girls it meant so much.
connecting people. the mobile company throughout the continent of Africa everyone relied on. and the provider that almost had us stuck in Pader an extra weekend because it's server was down the morning we needed to call and confirm our flight out. (i've either already blogged about that, or will at a later date).
so there we were, in an apartment in Sydney, rugged up and with our friends again, remembering the war-torn village we spent 2 weeks in and the MTN huts that had popped up everywhere.
those were the days. bright yellow mtn buildings surrounded by tiny mud huts in single street towns dotted through pader...
ReplyDeleteand now, oversized billboards surrounded by fifty-thousand crazy, screaming fans with plastic horns...broadcasting live to a room-full of eager, yet half dazed youth in a flat in sydney.
oh the contrast. I miss those days.
love you. incredible writing. I'm really enjoying this blog. total validation.xx