I came into Maseru this week, February 24th, because I wanted to meet with my Peace Corps supervisor, Maria, and because I needed to talk with Mike, the businessman who is helping to develop the organic farming project in Semonkong.

Though the bus was late, 6:30 instead of 6 am which hasn't happened before, I was not tipped off to any kind of strange day as transportation goes. The number of passengers was high for what seemed no good reason and their jubilance seemed irregular but it was a beautiful day.

Once we finally reached the outskirts of Maseru the number of combis, the van like taxis, always increase. This one particular day, however, a combi makes one wrong move and pulls in front of the bus driver as we are letting some people off. For whatever reason the bus driver does not like the idea and wants to let the other driver know in his own special way.

Climbing up and over to reach the proportionally large glove compartment on the bus, the driver pulls out his mulamoo—that herd boy stick that must be issued at initiation into manhood—and marches over to the combi driver's side to teach him a lesson.

Taking his stick, the bus driver starts stabbing it into the driver's side through the window and yelling. He then makes a move to pull the driver out of his combi to continue beating him. Clearly the lesson today was meant to be interactive. Five minutes later the bus driver was back in the driver's seat and we were on our way. I got off early and walked the rest of the way reminding myself to write to you guys about this one!