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 