Yeah, we'll see how long I keep this up...

So we all know how much I hate technology in general and egocentric websites in particular, but I guess living on the other side of the world in a town comprised mainly of mud huts, free range pigs and bars (wait, am I still in Cambridge?) justifies my decision to create this stupid thing. Since I don't really know what I'm doing, I'm going to use this first little deal to explain the title of my blog. If I've already told anyone this story, I'm really sorry, but hearing it again is still probably better than making a new cover page for your TPS report or playing spider solitaire (and only the EASY level, since you're so starved for gratification and a sense of accomplishment that you can't face maybe losing the game at MEDIUM)...

So I'm visiting Bibiemi, my village the other week, and I've already met everyone that works at the hospital and chatted up some of my neighbors and such, and everything's going really well. The gendarme (like state police in village) is chilling with me and my postmate Whalen at the upscale bar (meaning there are wood chairs, not just the white plastic shit you see people sitting in outside their trailers on cops) on the main road and up drives the hospital's one ambulance with my supervisor and the doctor. They stop in the middle of the road and say hey, and we're like 'this is sweet; we have friends here already,' and I'm a bit surprised, because I had been informed by the peace corps that the ambulance wasn't really used for the hospital's purposes as much as as a car for the mayor and other officials to drive around in.
So later that day, we're walking through the market, checking out the fresh produce and toothpaste from the early nineties that's oin sale there, and I see the damn ambulance again...only this time an old woman is driving it with another random dude and maybe a sheep sitting shotgun. Now, I had met everyone who works at the hospital, and these people certainly did not. As this was just the latest quirk in one of the most random days ever (my postmate got peed on by a goat qnd some dude decided to sit directly on my lap while we road a bush taxi, then we proceeded to drink homeade booze called billbill out of garbage pails in the middle of a field), there was nothing I could do but exclaim "Who the hell's driving the ambulance!?"
This happened about a month ago, and since then the phrase has come to signify every moment we have here when things happen that can't be explained, or are simply so random and unreal that I have to remind myself that there is a place called America where people each get their own seats in taxis, drinks come in glasses, and medical equipment is actually only used to help people who are sick.