

Okahao, Namibia
Time is teetering on 10pm, I'm sitting at my computer listening to Ray Lamontagne as a buffer against the noise of four of my male colleagues making a door, literally, for another colleague that lives next door to me. Filing and sawing and banging and crashing. 10pm seems like a reasonable hour to be making a door. Upon finding them all there, in a pow-wow around the slab of wood that was to become a door I naturally left and returned with cookies that I had ba...