Dusty Hands
"Where's my passport? Has my passport expired? What about a VISA? Do I even need my passport? oh it's domestic, I just need my license.
How strange. Having had a two year break from travelling, I'd forgotten how to pack.
As the plane starts its descent onto Mparntwe and I quietly practice the pronunciation of "werte" in my seat, these questions come back to haunt me again. How easy it was for me, an outsider, to purchase a ticket to enter another Country without first gaining permission - completely ignorant of this land's cultural protocols, language and customs.
I walk through the town and check into my room."