Daily life in Zimbabwe

Impressions of a Country, Things I have learned

Patiently I waited for a friend to arrive, an American middle aged mom like me who was to arrive sometime in the next few afternoon hours. I was uncertain what time she would actually arrive because this was Zimbabwe (Africa), and anything could happen. A bus from the airport to the Victoria Falls tourist district of  thirteen miles might normally take 25 minutes with no traffic; traffic meaning an elephant on the roadway or other rambling wildlife like giraffes, lions or other carnivores .

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And if an elephant were to lay down in the middle of the road and give itself a dust bath, the passengers would enjoy the sight and wait. It is interesting to note that when in a jeep or on horseback, we are not recognized as human beings. We are recognized as a moving rock (jeep), or a strange looking horse with an extra tall hump.

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As I waited anxiously and excitedly – I still couldn’t believe that she was traveling alone halfway across the planet to join me in Africa. We had been Girl Scout leaders together when our children were young, so I knew she would be a good travel buddy. This was waaaaaaay out of her comfort zone (and mine too). I sat outside at a picnic table under a shady tree, eating lunch and talking to a local woman named Reumbi, who owned and worked inside the gift shop. Reumbi was a sweet girl and she and her husband had 2 children ages 11 and 2 years old.

Reumbi, a sweet girl that took us on a tour of how she and her family lived.

Reumbi, a sweet girl that took us on a tour of how she and her family lived.

She was currently separated from her husband because “he had too many girlfriends.” English is a second language and with life being so different, that could mean anything from the literal “he had too many girlfriends” or might mean he is dying from AIDS. 25% of the population in Zimbabwe is HIV positive. Instead of betrayals and a broken heart, she may have been thinking about staying alive to raise her son and daughter. She had recently moved back into her mother’s home, joining two sisters,their kids and her mother.

We talked about family planning and how women can buy 30 days worth of birth control pills for $1 in Zimbabwe. In the USA it costs $70 for a 30 day package of the same drug. Many of the people I spoke to discussed family planning. Children cost money to raise and educate, and each of the people I spoke to took this very seriously. They want their children to have a better life.

Monkey near a chalet in Zimbabwe

Monkey near a chalet in Zimbabwe

Reumbi warned me to watch out for the monkeys. If they spotted me eating, they may try to snatch my food. She advised me that the monkeys only attack women, not men. They know that the men fight back and that women scream and jump away. I hunched my shoulders and wrapped my arms around my plate in a protective stance to fend off any monkeys who wanted to snatch my food. I felt like a dog guarding its’ food, using my peripheral vision to stay on guard. I had walked to the local grocery store and purchased a few pieces of fried chicken and a biscuit and was enjoying the few things that were familiar to me. We discussed a variety of topics while we sat at the picnic table, me waiting for my friend, Reumbi waiting for customers. Periodically, she would leave the picnic table and go into the boutique, a small office that served as her shop in a room attached to the lobby, to help a potential customer.

After asking about childcare, family life and miscellaneous other details of life in Zimbabwe, she asked if I would like to come to her house and “watch them eat.”

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At the local market where Reumbi shopped. There was no electricity, so it had to be completed before dark.

I couldn’t believe it. I asked if I could also bring a lovely Australian couple I had recently befriended and voila – a small, personal, authentic group tour to better understand daily life.

To me, this is what made solo travel so worthwhile, the interaction with locals and learning by experience. In the USA there is information overload and it is difficult to know who to believe. This experience was one the highlights of my trip. It changed the way I think about the world. Before I left on this trip, I did not spend much time thinking about domestic politics in my country. I feel safe and my land has been peaceful all of my life. My country is in war, but it does not effect my daily life, because none of it happens in my land.

Now that I have seen the results of a variety of governments, I realize how important that I be involved. Bad leaders get elected because good people don’t vote. Life is hard enough with a good leader, the amount of massive destruction one bad person in power can do in a short period of time is nearly unfathomable. I still think about Reumbi and her daily life every day.

We met Reumbi at 5:00 p.m. after she closed the boutique. She invited her friend Lisa to join us. I think Lisa agreed to help keep track of us so we didn’t get lost or wander off. We walked with them to the intersection and turned left down the 2 lane paved road which was the main street of Victoria Falls. After walking a couple blocks, we stopped on an dirt area on the side of the road with about 20 other black workers who were headed home, waiting to catch a taxi. We were the only white people in sight. A taxi van pulled up and we climbed aboard.

In Zimbabwe, the white people are rich and the blacks are poor. It is a fact of life, everyone knows it and they openly talk about it. We were the only whites in the van, and we raised a lot of excitement when we 4 rich white people climbed into the van, resulting in a total of 11 paying passengers in a vehicle that is the size of a minivan. We sat on each other’s laps. 11 people was not an unusual number to ride in this vehicle, but being white was. I sat in the very back seat next to a thin fellow who had a jug of petrol(fuel) in a glass container between his feet, and he carried in his lap a large gourd of homemade local beer. It was Friday night and people were ready to celebrate the weekend.

11 people in a minivan type taxi

11 people in a minivan type taxi

In a public taxi- there were 11 of us squeezed in and cost us 50 cents

In a public taxi- there were 11 of us squeezed in and cost us 50 cents

In a public taxi- there were 11 of us squeezed in and cost us 50 cents

In a public taxi- there were 11 of us squeezed in and cost us 50 cents

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Reumbi asked if we would like to see some other things in her village and of course we said yes. Sometimes we walked and sometimes we rode in vehicles. We visited her church, her pastor’s home (we interrupted his dinner), the local hospital, and a small community for the elderly who had no family nearby. We continued, sometimes walking and sometimes in vehicles. One time the six of us rode in a four person taxi – seven of us with the driver, and the car would scrape bottom occasionally.
The township population is about 50,000 people. We exited the cab in an area that I will call a beer hall and paid the driver .50 per person. It was an pavilion type area with a roof and cement floor, but no walls, and it was very busy; mostly men but a handful of women. There were tables of checkerboards; someone had poked holes in a checkerboard pattern in a tin type of tray, and players used metal bottle caps face up for one team, and bottle caps facing down for the opponent. The game is called Draughts.

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The local outdoor beer hall. These kinds were playing draughts and using bottle caps as the pieces. One side had them facing up, the other facing down.

Beer in gourds was passed around a group of about 20 people, each person taking some swallows and passing it to the person next to them. I suppose they weren’t worried about catching a cold, but that is the first thing I thought.What does that say about me? The luxuries I take for granted (owning glasses) or the fact that I don’t like beer? Perhaps both. Anyway, nobody  minded sharing.

We left the beer hall and walked to the nearby local market which had a tin roof but no electricity and lighting. People had to shop before dark.

Local women carrying things on their heads

Reumbi asked my thoughts about Westerners donating free clothing, and vendors selling the jeans for $1.00. My only comment was that someone had to pay for the shipping. I thought $1 was a good price for jeans. Since it was July (winter on this side of the equator), it got dark at 6:00-6:30 p.m. We walked through the market looking at the many different items for sale, so different from the items I saw in other countries.


It was nearly dark when we arrived at the cinderblock home. As we approached the entrance, Reumbi called out to her family announcing she brought four guests with her, and to hide the dog. What a delightful translation of “put the dog away” so we could enter. Most families have a dog to protect their property from thieves and/or animals like elephants. We carefully climbed down a steep dirt ditch, balancing on stones, and walked over a narrow cement bridge, then up the other side stepping on chunks of concrete to arrive at the doorway.

The youngest children had never seen a white person before.

The youngest children had never seen a white person before.

We took off our shoes when we entered a large living area with 2 couches and a couple of chairs. The children stared at us, no one was expecting company, and the two youngest had never before seen a white person. Reumbi informed everyone that we were tourists she met and were interested in what life was like for them on a daily basis. She had invited us over to meet the family and to watch them eat.

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Reumbi’s mother was thrilled and welcomed us. Reumbi lived with her mom, three sisters, her two children and several nieces and nephews in the 2 bedroom house. Everyone shared beds except for the matriarch. Reumbi, her 11 year old son, and 2 year old daughter shared a twin bed. There were no indoor toilet facilities but they did have a flat screen TV. Each room had one dim light bulb dangling from wires attached to the ceiling, and the floor was concrete. 2 adult sisters, ages 17 and 22 slept head to toe in another twin bed. I asked if she was irritated at her sister, would she put her toes in her sister’s face, and she said, “yes, sometimes”.

Some things are the same all over the world!

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Typical bedroom, 4 people slept here, the grandmother on the left bed, and Reumbi and her son and daughter on the twin bed on the right. These are all of the family’s possessions.

When I commented about how well behaved the children were, Reumbi talked about our visit being a novelty and the children were using their best manners. They were not normally so quiet and often were rambunctious. This was a unique event and they were absorbing everything. Meanwhile, the children shyly watched us.
One of the sisters cooked dinner on a narrow 4 burner stove. Each family member went into the kitchen and served themselves a plate of food from the pots on the stove, then took their plate back into the common living room. The adults sat on the 2 sofas in the room, and the kids sat on the floor. The focus of dinner was to eat, not converse. Eating consisted of taking a pinch of pap (like mashed potatoes) between their fingers and mopping up the stew-like meal of traditional meat and vegetables. Pap is maize (like fine cornmeal). They ate in silence while we westerners watched.
After the adults ate, the youngest sister, about 17 years old, approached each person sitting on the couch. She carried a bowl of water and a small dishtowel. Each person dipped their soiled fingers into the water and swished them around, washing their fingers, then wiping their hands on the towel that the sister carried. This was like a chore we would have in the USA. In Zimbabwe, one person is responsible for carrying the bowl of water and towel for washing after dinner.

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A Typical meal, “Pac” is the staple (made from maize). No utensils are used to eat the food.

Reumbi’s mother demonstrated how African mothers tie their baby to their backs with a blanket or towel. We were later taught that an easy way to identify a black rhino vs. a white rhino is to remember that black people carry their child on their back, and black baby rhinos follow behind their mothers. White people / Westerners push their babies in a stroller in front of the mother. White rhinos walk in front of their mothers.

Each of us thought we should bring some sort of small gift, I took my paints and paintbrushes and two apples. I was afraid the apples were not enough of a “gift” but the family was grateful, and the grandmother cut them into slices, giving the pieces to the children. It was a treat. Near the end of the visit, we offered our “gifts”. The 13 yr son was incredulous that I was giving him paints and paintbrushes and Reumbi said that he would share them with his classmates. I quietly told her that the paints were for the family, not necessarily for his classmates. She reminded me it is always better to share. If he were to keep them for himself, the classmates would steal them. Better to share. The person who shares feels good, and the people who are receiving feel good. It was a reminder that has stuck with me- it really is better to share. Later, I realized I had not seen any cupboards or storage areas. They had very little in the way of “stuff”. They probably had no paper.

My Australian friend says:

“when you first asked us to join you on this ‘adventure’ I felt the need to take some form of gift with us. But with little time and little knowledge of who and what we were visiting, I improvised by gathering some things from around our room. I collected together some pieces of fruit, some tea, coffee and sugar sachets from the tray in Mike’s room, an old T-shirt that Nikkiema threw out, and some fashion magazines left behind by Lindsay – basically things that “westerners” would usually discard.
We gave the fruit and tea & coffee sachets to the folks at the Old People’s Home. I think I had some Aussie balloons that I gave to the Pastor’s children [remember, we stopped at Rumi’s Pastor’s house, and they were in the middle of their dinner, but still welcomed us into their home]
Rumi’s two younger sisters almost fought over the old T-shirt, it was decorated with some sequins. And they were delighted with the second-hand magazines. Part of me felt that the gifts I was handing them were so insignificant, and yet they seemed truly happy and grateful to receive them. Again, what does that say about us – that they are happy to receive things that we would consider garbage.

At 7:30 p.m., the taxi that had originally dropped us off at the home, came back to pick us up. We then headed off to our next adventure- which was actually eating dinner with another local we met; Clive, a white Rhodesian who owns a farm that is “currently occupied by the military.”

But that my friends, is an adventure that is still to be written.

*Special thanks to Julie and Laura for your memories and help with this essay. This was an experience that changed my life.



Botswana and the Okavango Delta

Impressions of a Country

Botswana is a dry country even though the Zambezi River, pours over Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe

and drains  into the Okavango Delta  in Botswana. It becomes a vast swamp (like the Everglades in the USA) and surprisingly, does not drain into an ocean. The Delta stretches for miles and miles in the cool rainy season, farther than the horizon. Summer is so hot and dry that the water evaporates and the swamp shrinks to only one-tenth of its size. As the wet lands dry up, the former lakes become large puddles, resulting in a population of thirsty animals in a smaller area.

The water was about waist deep, shallower in some places, and deep enough for hippos to submerged themselves in others.


We were told that there were crocodiles in the water. They didn’t usually bother people, there are plenty of fish for them to eat, but they are opportunistic feeders– so don’t drag your hand in the water while in the canoe.

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Okavango Delta

Each canoe held 2 passengers and one “poler”. Our guide told us the reason we only had 2 passengers was because, of course we could squeeze in more, but but by having only 2 passengers in the canoe, we provided more jobs for the villagers. The village was divided into 3 groups, A,B,C. Whoever wanted to work was able to.   Each time a tourist group arrived, the groups would rotate as to which group would “pole” us to an island and stay with us for 2 days.   It was interesting to meet the workers and to understand their lives a bit. Most of the women were shy- English is not their primary language and they were embarrassed that they were not fluent.

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Lady who “poles”, pushing our Mokoro (hand dug canoe) through the Okovango Delta

I was surprised at how many people apologized for their limited grasp of English. After all, I was visiting their countries and certainly did not expect people to know my language.

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Okavenga Delta


Okovango Delta

Okavenga Delta

Once we arrived at the island, we set up camp.

Our toilet for 2 days

Our toilet for 2 days. The seat and frame were used for “guidance” so no one fell in the hole. It was not something I wanted to sit on. After all, about 20 people were using this hole.


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My spacious accommodations for the next 9 days.

The women were in charge of cooking, and believed that men should not help . Men who wanted to cook were considered greedy, because they wanted to do their own work as well as the woman’s work. We Westerners were shocked, and our perspective was one of let whoever wants to help, help.

I was told that the men like women who are fat. It means they are prosperous. Most men were very thin, but I don’t know the signs to know if they were malnourished.

Each day we took several guided walks, and canoe rides. We even got to try poling ourselves.

None of the polers need to worry about us taking their jobs. It was not hard to push forward, but it was difficult to steer. The front of my canoe was stuck in a thorny bush and I spent a  about 15 minutes trying to maneuver out of it.

Armadillos vs. Rhinos and Elephants

Impressions of a Country, Life Sure is Funny

Funny that we have the same problems all over the world – unwanted animals getting into our gardens, but depending on where a person lives, there are difference consequences.

In Florida,USA it means my yard is dug up by an armadillo, or for my parents who live in the north of our country, the deer eating plants in the garden.

In Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe I was told that a problem animal is the elephant. Each home has a (barking) dog to help keep the elephants away.

Making friends with an African elephant in Zimbabwe.

Making friends with an African elephant in Zimbabwe.

The gardens are fenced, but the elephants lean on the fences, knocking them over. The elephants are so big that if they lean into a house or chicken coop, they knock them over too. Not only do the residents have to rebuild the chicken coops and fences to keep the chickens in, but the chickens won’t lay eggs for a week.

Someone spotted a one-horned rhino and the mahouts passed the word to everyone. So elephants with people came out of the forest. I coulnd't believe how many of us there were. It did not bother the rhino and her baby one bit, since we were on elephants.

A mahout spotted a one-horned rhino and  passed the word to everyone. Within 10 minutes about 30 elephants each carrying 4 tourists materialized out of the forest. I couldn’t believe how many of us there were. It did not bother the rhino and her baby one bit, since we were on elephants.

In Nepal, I met a farmer who had a similar problem with a rhino. The rhino knocked over his fence and ate the garden. The next morning the farmer was fixing the fence and figuring out a way to keep the rhinos out.

(And to think that I paid good money, and spent hours on a jeep ride, and jungle walk, looking for a rhino. If I had known, I could have walked the 100 feet from my cabin to get a good look at a rhino in the middle of the night).

This man is fixing the fence, a rhino came into his garden during the night

This man is fixing the fence, a rhino came into his garden during the night

This man is fixing the fence, a rhino came into his garden during the night

This man is fixing the fence, a rhino came into his garden during the night


Yes, indeed. We may have the same kinds of problems, but in an industrialized country, life sure is easier. I can fill in the hole dug by an armadillo, but this farmer is going to have to spend a lot more time keeping the rhinos out of his garden.

Botswana and the Okavango Delta

Impressions of a Country, Round The World Trip

One of my favorite experiences in Africa was camping with a tour group called “Intrepid Travel” from Zimbabwe. One of the reasons I chose this tour was because of the educational and giving back to the community philosophy they use. (http://www.intrepidtravel.com/ ) We camped from Zimbabwe through Botswana to Johannesburg, S. Africa.

By using this Australian based company we all participate in building up a community.


By providing good jobs,

parents are able to educate their children (school fees are $60 every 3 months).

???????????????????????????????????????People can afford to send their kids to school and the students will also learn a 2nd  language, English. The better English a local speaks, the better job he can get. It is a circle of success that continues to develop a solid community.  The villagers learn that tourism creates jobs. The tourists come to see the animals, so it is the best interest to care about the local animals and to not kill a lion because it ate a farmer’s cow.

Intrepid also gives an experience of local life rather than touristy stuff. That is me all right!

We saw wild animals in their habitats, and we also got a perspective from local residents.  Intrepid uses local guides whenever possible, and in Africa this was especially important since there are so many different languages and customs. South Africa alone has 12 official languages).

Africa 293The camping trip lasted 9 days and started in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, through Botswana and the Okavango Delta, to Johannesburg, South Africa.


Victoria Falls and the Zambezi River do not flow into an ocean like most rivers. Instead, the river flows into a swamp that is thousands of square miles. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okavango_Delta. The Okavango Delta is considered one of the 7 natural wonders of Africa.

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A local village provided “Polers” who pushed our canoes through the Delta to an island where we camped for 2 nights.  We were told that if we wanted to feel the water, we could dip our hands into it, but not to drag our hands along because crocodiles are opportunistic predators. There are plenty of fish for them to eat, however, a hand dragging along would be considered easy food too.

The water was pretty shallow in most places, about 1- 3 feet deep.

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?????????????? Each canoe had 2 tourists. Our guide with Intrepid Tours told us that more than 2 people could fit into a canoe, but by only having 2 people in each, more jobs were created for the village. The village consisted of about 500 people and were divided into 3 groups, A, B, C. Each group took turns poling and staying with the tourists, cooking, guiding us on walking safaris etc. We were told that on the last nigh the villagers might show us traditional dances and songs.

?????????????????????????????????? We shared a song and dance with them too. We were from 5 countries, including England, Scotland, Australia and USA and we all knew the hokey pokey. It was fun and the locals liked watching us . It was an exchange of cultures for all of us.

The result of this kind of tour is that the village prospers and tourism makes a real difference. The villagers are able to make a better living in tourism rather than by killing animals and selling the meat and skins. Win / win for everyone.

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It was sooo peaceful on the boat, I almost fell asleep.  The delta was mostly reeds and grasses, so it was easy for the canoe to push them aside as our boats skimmed through the water.

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???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The Polers loaded our canoes with all the stuff we needed for the next few days, tents, mattresses, sleeping bags, food, 5 litres of water each, as well as our individual stuff.  Our driver stayed with the truck and all the rest of the stuff we didn’t need.


We rode for about 45 minutes, then beached at an island while the Polers rested and ate a snack.

Then they poled for about another 30 minutes to the island where we were going to camp.

The canoes were pretty wobbly, so we were told to keep our bodies still while we were pushed. If we wanted to move a leg, or reposition ourselves, we were to let the Poler know first. One young man would use all of his weight, even pushing one leg off the canoe to push the canoe faster, so it was important to everyone in the canoe to know if someone was going to shift their weight.

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My friend Laura from the USA joined me for this trip. It was fun to share the adventure with here. Poling does take some practice, especially when needing to steer.  I was able to get my canoe to move pretty fast, until I ran into a thorn-bush / tree. Then, I had a lot of trouble getting untangled from it.  The Polers do not have to fear for their jobs. It was harder than it looked.

In the afternoon, we got to go on a walking safari to look for animals.  The wet season was just ending, so they were not as abundant as they would be once it gets drier. When the areas of water get smaller, the animals congregate closer together. Nevertheless, we were happy that our group had a very tall guide.

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He was local to the area and spotted zebras that just looked like more of the landscape to my eyes.

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The zebras watched us approach, but didn’t let us get too close. They did not panic when we moved closer, they just walked away like we were just another animal on the plain.

Every plant seemed to have some kind of protection. This one had really long thorns.????????????????????????????? They were about the size of a long darning needle.

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I was amazed that in an area where everything looked brown (winter time), that I spotted these bird eggs on the ground.

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I wonder if it is called a nest when it was just a couple of eggs in the sand?

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The guide always had us back at camp by dark. It was so dark that we could see the milky way at night.  We absolutely were not allowed to leave the camp area without a guide, but when a group wanted to walk to where the hippos could be sighted, the guides were happy to oblige.

The Polers took the rest of the group by canoe to an area where hippos hung out.

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I love these pictures. Our young poler wore this cowboy hat everywhere. He seemed to be very proud of this hat, and it is probably one of his most valuable possessions.??????????????

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The people in charge of the camping took care of digging the hole for a toilet. It was at the end of a trail near the camp. We communicated that the toilet was occupied by taking the shovel from the path entrance with us. It only took one reminder to take the shovel to the toilet, even when it was not needed, when one of us (not me) was surprised when a camp mate appeared from around the corner where a bush meets some weeds with the shovel and was anxious to use the throne.

Although the “restroom” was out of sight of the tents, it was close enough for us to hear the yelp of surprised voices at the unexpected meeting.

The best part about having a toilet seat, was that the legs prevented us from getting too close to the sides of the hole – the ground was very loose and sandy, and we didn’t want to fill up the hole with more dirt / sand than needed, because then we would need to dig another hole.

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(I think you can enlarge this picture, and any others that I post. I am still learning the technology of blogging, so if it doesn’t work, please leave me a comment, and I will try to add it a different way).

The food is called PAC, pronounced pock. (More about Pac on the Zimbabwe post that I will be writing soon). It had the consistency of mashed potatoes, and is a kind of corn meal (maize). All of our food was cooked over a wood fire as we camped.

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It is amazing what a person can do with some fresh veggies and meat, some wood and a fire.

At the end of the camping in the bush, there were 2 rooms available for an extra cost if anyone wanted to upgrade from our tents and showers in chilly cement stalls to a private bathroom with dependable hot water.

The hostel rooms were quickly snapped up by those that who really missed the small luxuries, like a mattress and sheets, as well as electrical outlets to charge electronics. The rest of us hurried over to their 2 bedroom place to see all the luxury, and they showed us the showers and how soft the beds were etc. Then they pooled their snacks, someone had some cheese and crackers, another had a bottle of wine, and we all enjoyed the hospitality. It felt like we were at a cocktail party on the veranda, as we enjoyed the socializing after a warm / hot shower and clean clothes.

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In the end, it was a wonderful experience. I felt perfectly safe. The first night of camping, we were taught that if we needed to use the toilet at night, to unzip the tent and look out and around, before leaving the tent. We were to shine the flashlight and look for reflections of eyes. If we saw any, we were to put our heads back into the tent, zip it, and do not go to the toilet.

What an adventure!


Entering Zimbabwe

Impressions of a Country

Let’s talk about Zimbabwe.

I arrived at the airport via a midsize plane. The airport was so small that there were no jet
ways that I could see. The planes landed, stairs were pushed to the door, we stepped down and were ushered into the building with dozens of other people from both our plane and another.

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It seemed as though everyone was a tourist and they probably were. Most were also white, which makes a difference here. As a rule of thumb, if a person is white, they are probably wealthy, if they are black, they are probably not wealthy, and probably what most people would consider poor.

When standing in line for customs, the man in front of me in line remarked “Welcome to the land of Surprises where you never know what will happen next”.