Sorry about the break in posts, we haven't had internet connection for days,
But like the title says, there's no snow in Nigeria. Which is expected, of course. It is a tropical climate after all. But you know, whenever it becomes that Christmas time of year in America everyone thinks of snow and snow and snowpeople and all that snow stuff. And then they think of the Santa in the red suit (fun fact: the red suit Santa started when Coca-Cola put Santa in the iconic red suit and hat ensemble; before that, there was no red-wearing Santa! Commercialization man, commercialization.) But here, it's a little different. Even though on all the advertisements and everything with the Santa drinking a Coke bottle and all the snowfIlakes on the edges and all that, there's one small thing. There's no snow here even though snow fills the ads! Quirky, right? It kinda takes some getting used to when you see Christmas decorations up and there's dust from the Sahara blowing across the lawn and the sun is beating down like nobody's business. Maybe it's just me, I don't know. I'm not saying that it snowed every year in Durham, or anything like that. It's just...I can't really explain it...strange. That's the only word I can use for it. Yes, I'm strange.
Signing off,
The Traveler
But like the title says, there's no snow in Nigeria. Which is expected, of course. It is a tropical climate after all. But you know, whenever it becomes that Christmas time of year in America everyone thinks of snow and snow and snowpeople and all that snow stuff. And then they think of the Santa in the red suit (fun fact: the red suit Santa started when Coca-Cola put Santa in the iconic red suit and hat ensemble; before that, there was no red-wearing Santa! Commercialization man, commercialization.) But here, it's a little different. Even though on all the advertisements and everything with the Santa drinking a Coke bottle and all the snowfIlakes on the edges and all that, there's one small thing. There's no snow here even though snow fills the ads! Quirky, right? It kinda takes some getting used to when you see Christmas decorations up and there's dust from the Sahara blowing across the lawn and the sun is beating down like nobody's business. Maybe it's just me, I don't know. I'm not saying that it snowed every year in Durham, or anything like that. It's just...I can't really explain it...strange. That's the only word I can use for it. Yes, I'm strange.
Signing off,
The Traveler
