IF…
You are served Fanta at every church and school you preach at…
You frequently fit 9 people and a sound system into a 5-person vehicle…
Your teammates sweat drips onto you and the bus is so full you can’t move enough to wipe it off…
The local form of transportation is to ride on the back of a stranger’s bicycle (even if you’re a goat)…
There’s a chicken riding under your seat and you suspect he’s baking alive from the heat of the engine…
You go skinny dipping with a crocodile…
Your teammates just ate fried bugs for dinner…
You’ve consumed ten mangos today so far…
You can’t tell if you’re really tan or just need a bath…
You kill five spiders while getting ready for bed…
Strangers invite you into their home…
You see babies breast-feeding in church, on the side of the road and pretty much everywhere else…
You start slapping yourself to distract from the 65 bug bites covering your legs…
You name the cat at each contact’s house after a Hunger Games character…
You use your imagination a great deal more than a normal 5 year old might (especially when you’re eating rice for the 115th time)…
Church lets out early, after only 3 hours…
You stop smell testing your clothes because you already know what the answer is…
You go on vacation to a backpacker’s hostel with a dog the size of a bear…
THEN, you might be in AFRICA.
