I know when I am back in Harare from a visit to Johannesburg when:
I get to immigration control at the airport and signs are in English and Chinese.
The person assisting me offers to push my wheelchair to the long-stay car park.
There are only 2 car parks – the long-stay and short-stay and I can look across the short-stay to the long-stay. They are all on the same level unlike Jo’burg which has multiple levels of parked cars.
There are no lit signs telling me how many parking bays are vacant. I can see how many parking bays are vacant!
The attendant at the long-stay park asks how my trip was and really means it.
Not only are traffic lights working on my drive back across town – they are ALL working!
I also notice where there are working street lights.
It is impossible to miss all the potholes in the roads.
I go into DHL to pay for a parcel today and find out that it will take 3 to 5 working days to deliver from the airport to my office which is a 35 minute drive.
This is Zimbabwe and I call it home!
Zimbabwe Absurdity 
The parcel only took that long to get the six thousand miles from the UK! Couldn’t you have picked it up as you were there anyway?
I was in their Harare office and as they’d charged me $60 handling fee I thought that they should earn it and deliver it to my work address.