We love Botswana. The calm. The space. The people. ❤️

But if you’ve spent any real time here, you’ve probably also run into situations that are just… unreal.

Trying to get anything done—whether it’s renewing a license, getting customer support, dealing with a bank, or even just ordering food—can feel like stepping into a slow-moving maze of confusion, silence, or blank stares.

Ever been sent to five different offices for a single stamp? Waited days for someone to “just check” something? Had a waiter vanish mid-meal? Yeah.

And when you bring it up, the standard reply is: “Ke Botswana.”

As in: That’s just how it is.

But that doesn’t mean it can’t get better.

This board is a space to share your wildest, funniest, or most maddening Botswana service stories. Not to complain for the sake of it—but to reveal patterns.

Because if enough of us speak up, maybe the silence will finally break.

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