What in the World Bingo
Each time we have traveled to Africa or Asia feels like another round of, “How much do you want to live here?” Bingo. We usually end up with great stories, the kind that are really funny — several years later. One time we had no potable water at a shady hotel in Douala and two thirsty kids just beginning their life abroad. Another time we slept on couches in Yaoundé because all the beds in the hotel had bedbugs, while Cameroon won a huge soccer match and we followed the entire celebration in the bars below. One 50+ hour trip during Covid included sitting in a closed-down terminal for eight hours until someone could check us in at JFK, then being told via Google translate from Chinese that “your horses and chariots are coming” as we waited hours in the unshaded equatorial sun to be taken to our quarantine lock-up (pregnant square checked on that one as well). We could never forget the New Year’s Day computer error that separated us at check-in in Rochester. More recently, all of ou...
