Thanksgiving in Lesotho

So a Mexican, a Swede, a Norwegian, and a Redneck go golfing on Thanksgiving Day in the middle of Africa... Eric (the Norwegian) and I (the Swede) wake up early Thursday morning and head to the golf course. We have to get there early as there is a leg of Roof of Africa race taking place in Maseru and a chunk of the track circles the golf course. We meet up with the Mexican and the Redneck. A couple words must be said about the self proclaimed redneck. He is one of the most interesting characters I've meet. He drinks like an Irishman, swears like a sailor, yet has won African Volunteer of the Year, and not only lets underprivileged kids hang out with him at baseball games when everyone else tries to kick them out, but he also buys them food and candy.
After paying green fees, ($10) caddie fees, ($7) and club rental ($6) we are off. The redneck averages a beer a hole and the rest of us a beer every other so we are playing the best golf of our lives (in our minds). We managed to finish a round and not kill any of the bikers zooming around the course.
Now it is time to head over to the director of the Peace Corps Lesotho's house for thanksgiving dinner. 25 poor volunteers that haven't been out much start the party off right with each bring a box of wine or a 40 of beer. Amazingly enough we start running out early and I get volunteered to make a beer run. Now not only do I not know my way around the city but they drive on the left and I have a pickup with stick shift in my left hand. I get back in one piece and the truck is too, for the most part. Just in time for the Thanksgiving feast. Turkey, Ham, stuffing, vegetables, the whole nine yards plus, as an African bonus, zebra pot roast. A nice huge chunk of zebra tenderloin roasted with carrots, potatoes and onions, just like Mom used to make. I have to say zebra tastes great, not gamey, very lean, just delicious. Wonder what I will eat for Christmas dinner in South Africa...