Taxis in Windhoek are like busses in other countries. You tell the driver where u want to go, if he agrees (and know where it is), you jump in the -mostly already packed- cab. All kinds of things might happen, even asked to be married. They are the best school to local culture. (Un)fortunately Windhoek is small and I’m never more than 15 minutes in those crappy cars.
Finally home after 4 months. Having your sisters running at you when arriving to hug the hell out of you, receiving the most beautiful flowers, and eating real belgian chocolat. Priceless.