You know that you are in Africa when...

• people say "fine" before you ask them how they are
• people call you, "muzungu". You are the only white person they will see that day, or week 
• you have gotten out of the habit of locking the bathroom door because most stalls don't have a lock anyway
• it's totally normal to carry a 5 liter jug of water up the 5 kilometer hill back to hostel
• your bodily alarm knows that it's time for the 10:30 tea break
• it takes you 5 minutes and 2 nearly fatal attempts to cross a street because there are no traffic laws
• everywhere you go you are told you "will get special price because you are the first costumer of the day"
• your life span has decreased by 4 years because the exhaust fumes are so bad
• a cashier is insulted that you don't have exact change because they don't have any coins themselves
• the only laundry you want to do is the bare minimum dirty underwear because doing it by hand takes SO long
• you walk into an empty field only to find that you are not alone, in fact that empty field is home to a pack of waterbuck... you quickly turn around
• what costs you $8 in a cab costs 20 cents in public transit
• you have a new found appreciation for deodorant, perfume and cologne 
• your body has adjusted to falling asleep by 9:30 because you have to back before the sun sets at 7:00
• you know where every supermarket is in the city because buying water there is 150% cheaper than buying it at a stand (we are muzungu, remember???)
• children form a parade behind you, singing "how are you? how are you? how are you?"
• you have become accustomed to cold showers (hence the lack of showering frequency)
• you meet a nice business woman on the street and her first instinct is to invite you to see her office (don't worry, Dad, we politely said "no thank you")
• you can bargain your way from $65 to $9
• you walk outside in a tank top, yet, since it's winter here, everyone else is in scarves and jackets
• people at the market offer to bargain not with money, but with pens
• you say a little prayer before getting online in hopes that some Divine power will intervene and your email might, just open...