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Some things I’ve stopped noticing after living in Africa for a while, such as (listed in no particular order):

• “The parade of Africa,” a.k.a. the steady stream of people walking, riding, sitting, selling along every road in Uganda.
• All of the guns. They look like toy wooden rifles, but don’t be fooled. They’re real and they work, mostly. Security guards have them, security guards are everywhere, therefore guns are everywhere. It’s not unusual to find the guard outside the shop he’s guarding, sleeping curled up with his gun.
• Everyone is black (subtracting out the white development workers and the Indian businessmen, that is). A little different than MN.
• The size, weight, and awkwardness of the various items women carry on their heads. They do it with such seeming ease that you forget that, sure enough, that woman is carrying 5 gallons of water…in a jerrican…on her head.

Things I haven’t stopped noticing, yet:

• The potholes
• The smells
• The pollution (esp. air)