onsdag den 26. september 2012

You never know what the day will bring :D

Friday evening, before I posted my last post, I went to the happy hour at the Waterfront hotel. It was the perfect ending for a nice but also a bit exhausting week at work :) Will and I enjoyed some few drinks while enjoying the sunset.

The lovely sunset

Will


When I came home that evening, it was back to reality = African lifestyle. We had no power ;) So, what am I doing in the compound, when the power has gone?
Well, besides sitting and waiting for the power to come back, I’m playing with my brothers. Friday it was time for playing super heroes :D

My brothers (Patrick and Jonathan) and Pleasant (he is my neighbor)


 Saturday morning it was again time for me being a tourist :) I went on a horseback riding safari with June and Brigitte. Let me say it like this, it was a nice trip, however, it was a REAL trip for tourists! That was even too much for me :D We started with seeing zebras and giraffes. It was nice but it was on the hotel area, where they feed the animals. Even though it was fine that we came so close to the animals, it didn’t feel like a real safari. And when we finally left the hotel area, we didn’t see any animals at all. Well, I think that’s just how a safari is sometimes. You can’t always be lucky to see animals ;)

Me and my horse

Baby giraffe

Zebras

June and me on our horses in the Zambezi River


In the afternoon it was time for me to attend in my first Zambian wedding. Now you maybe are wondering, who invited me? Well, actually it was kind of myself :D I heard some of my colleagues talking about a wedding, which should be held in one of the buildings, where I work. I told them that I have been told that if I get the chance to join a wedding in Zambia, I should definitely take the opportunity to see how it’s like. That’s what I did :D I asked if I was allowed to join and they said yes :) Since no one had time to join me, I went there alone. Well, I knew one person at the wedding and it was her neighbour who got married ;) Besides the fact that I felt a bit strange about going to a Zambian wedding as the only white person and with just knowing one person, it was GREAT fun and I definitely don’t regret my own invitation to the wedding at all :) A Zambian wedding is just totally different from our weddings at home. There was so much dancing! I loved it :) I took many videos. I couldn’t upload all of them. Here is just a short impression. It’s the “knife boy”. He brings the knife for cutting the cake. I just loved him :D
And yep, I know I’ve my finger on the speaker :D


Some women bringing their gifts for the bride and the groom

Yvonne and me after the wedding


Sunday it was time for me doing some washing and cleaning at home. Well, washing all your clothes with the hand and cleaning the room for dust is almost a ”whole-day-project” here in Africa :D
Here are some impressions from the compound and Livingstone:

Elephant footprints in the garden

grasshopper at the gym

cockroaches having fun at my toilet in the compound

My kitchen

A typical dinner: rice and beans

Jonathan eating breakfast and showing me his new socks (Thanks Siv-Hege;))

My washing in front of the house and Jonathan eating breakfast


Finally done with my washing

Cleaning my room (yep, that is the thing I use for sweeping)

Patrick helping me with cooking

Patrick, Miriam (my host mum), Rebeca and Jonathan

Me cooking fried potatoes

On my way to work

On my way home

Monday it was time for a normal Monday at the office. What does that mean? I was writing some reports, while the others were nursing a sick chicken :D

In my office


In the afternoon I went to the prison to visit my host dad together with my host mum. Well, I don’t know how European prisons look like, but I think they are better than here in Africa. It was nice seeing, however also a bit tough…

The prison entrance


After the prison I decided to buy me a guitar. I’ve always wanted to start playing again and since my evenings are a bit quiet here, I thought now I’ve the time for it ;)
Last week I met a very friendly old man at the golf court with a guitar. I asked him, if he knew a place where I can buy one. So we met and I bought one ;) Agugu Villa (that’s the old man’s name) offered me even to tune the guitar, while I just could do my exercise in the gym (the gym belongs to the golf court). Well, I couldn’t say no to that offer :D

Yesterday and today have been rather quiet days at work. We are doing some club visitations this week, so we can improve the sport department. Or rather, we are supposed to do. Today I arrived at the office at 8 hours. After two hours waiting for going for the club visitation, they told me that they have to do other things and the visit is cancelled. Well okay, I thought. So what was my work today? Yep, nothing! A bit frustrating…but yeah, this is Africa ;)
But the meeting yesterday went quite well ;) Even though it was spiced with a little surprise for me, when we finished :D We all had left our shoes in front of the door, when we entered the room. As I went out after the meeting my shoes somehow had disappeared :D Well, luckily it just was my Zambian tropical’s (flip flops). Apparently, one of the women’s son had mistaken my shoes with his shoes. Or at least they said that. I got a pair of one the women shoes and they promised to bring my shoes to the office during the week, when they had found the boy. Hmmm, we’ll see if they do that :D

So, right now I’m sitting at Jolly Boys Backpackers looking forward to the monthly meeting with all the sports captains tomorrow. We have to make some changes in the sport department, so the work in the sport clubs and at the trainings improves :)

And do you know what? Unfortunately, It just started raining :( Nooooooo!!! You know how much I just love the sun, even though 39 degrees every day is a bit hot :D The first rain is supposed to come in the end of October…but yeah, you never know how things turn out to be in Africa :D

1 kommentar:

  1. Ma sistah - you are becoming a Zambian when you write "some few beers.." Love it!

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