you know you're in Africa when...

It seems like the flies that are biting through your clothes are invincible...until you hit them with a bubbles container.

Saying that you hurt your ankle saving orphans from a charging water buffalo could actually be a legitimate story.

You have what could be a broken ankle and realize that there aren't any elevators or escalators in the airport.

There aren't any taxes!

A typical taxi is a motorcycle...and you've seen families of four (excluding the driver!) ride on one. 

A mosquito net is your best friend at night..and so is Ambien.

It starts to rain and everyone drops everything to celebrate.

Your ride into town shows up two hours late...sometimes not at all.

Geckos and cockroaches join you in your shower.

Cows are the source of traffic.

Airport security "pat-downs" are a little bit sketchy...

Depending on how you wave to a child, you could be telling them "hello," "come here," or calling a dog.

You have so much dirt up your nose that it takes at least two tissues to clean it out at the end of the day.

Speaking of dirt, the cloud of dirt forever hovers over the back seat.

You get charged more for items at the market than the Rwandan standing behind you because you're white (a mzungu) and don't know any better.

Meat on a stick on the street is a...novelty?

The only thing you can find that remotely resembles a wheelchair is a rolling computer chair.

Along those same lines, the only thing you can find in the market that comes close to helping you get around with a bum ankle is a cane with a sword inside, which you can't buy because you can't take it on the plane as a carry-on. 

It's a necessity to lock your door at all times because baboons will come in and steal your clothes. 

There is a hugging system you have to figure out because every Rwandan seems to hug differently.