Now during training we were warned about a lot of things. One being unwanted attention, because I am white and also a women I get unwanted attention from most men here in Lesotho. Now most of the time they just say I love you, or I am coming back with you to the states, you just kind of brush it off. But the other day I got everything that was warned about in one taxi ride. Now to give some background, taxi drivers are very protective over their customers, they do not like if another driver comes and try's to take riders, even if we are completely full. They also tend to race, but that is usually if they only need more customers. So I am go to the taxi rank to get a ride back home to my village, they gave me one of the front seats, because they are usually the best. It is just not as crowded and you can't fit a bunch of stuff up front, so it is usually nicer ride. I haven't had any problems with the taxi drivers so far. Our taxi finally fills up and so we start heading out. I have no idea what this driver had against this other taxi but either way it was like speed racer. They kept passing each other and getting really close to other cars. Since there are also no seat belts, it can be very scary sometimes. We turn off to the street that takes me to my village and people are waiting so we pull over to let them in, even though we are completely full. The other taxi pulls in front and you can see it clearly has room and should take these people, but no my driver gets out and starts yelling at this other taxi until it drives away. After that you think our driver would be content, it has an overly full taxi. Nope! He is still racing this other taxi, and at this point we are on our bumpy dirt road. He keeps getting really close to this other taxi, I swear we were either gonna crash or he was gonna flip our taxi. We get to this one part up a hill that is particularly bumpy and so they tend to slow down at this point. But no, my driver keeps speeding and gets super close to this other taxi, and dangerously close that everyone in the taxi starts yelling at him. Finally he lets up and the other taxi takes off and we do not see this taxi the rest of the ride. So now that my driver calms down a bit, he turns his attention to me. Starts asking for my phone number and if he can be my boyfriend. Thankfully I did not have my phone out so I just said Ha ke na phono, which means I don't have a phone. But then he still continues to pester me about being my boyfriend so I keep saying Ha ke tseba which just means I don't know. Which after awhile seem to shut him up. We are finally getting to my stop and we have let people out so I have moved over to the door so I could be away from the driver. I tell him to stop at my stop and he grabs my hand and flicks him thumb with mine, which here that is code for they want to fuck. I could not pull my hand away fast enough and even start opening the door before he comes to a complete stop. So I hop out and start walking briskly to my house up the hill. He rolls down his window and starts yelling something to me about tomorrow, I just kept saying no and ran the rest of the way home. I knew at some point I would get hit on like that, but it very uncomfortable, especially stuck in a taxi and there is no where to go. Needless to say I will not be taking that taxi any longer, I will wait for a better one. So there you have it some of the very cultural differences of Lesotho in one taxi ride.