This is the blog that never ends...

Except now it is ending. I am done, and it took way too long. I haven't been in Zambia for three and a half months; it's about time I cut the apron strings (not to say Zambia is like a coddling mother or anything.)

If you want to learn about my life now, head over to my new blog:
http://christinewandering.wordpress.com/
a much more accommodating name, since I can't seem to keep still for very long these days...

But one last photo to say goodbye to my friends in Zambia -- I miss you!

Mosi oa Tunya

While Mike and I were in Livingstone, we of course went to see Victoria Falls, known in Nyanja as Mosi oa Tunya, "The Smoke that Thunders." We actually had to go twice because the first time it poured, and when you combine rain with mist from one of the world's largest waterfalls, you end up with a miserable day. However, we did remedy this horrible day with lounging at a high-end resort near the Falls, being entertained by the antics of the ever-present monkeys (including jumping on a guy's table and stealing his sugar packets), partaking in high tea, where the monkeys made another appearance (I calmly jumped out of my seat and started yelling "MONKEY!!!!" to alert the security guards with slingshots... yes, slingshots. But don't worry, all you animal lovers, the monkey made a great escape and with handfuls of pastries at that), and getting to see the two animals that alluded us during our trip to Botswana -- zebras and giraffes. Here are some photos from that day of the amazing wildlife we did get to see (note the monkey perched on the roof, poised to wreak havoc on some unsuspecting diner).

We did make it back to Victoria Falls, two days later, and despite the ominous clouds (as seen in the pictures below), it rained very little, and we were able to enjoy the grandeur that is one of the seven natural wonders of the world. We also hiked down to the first set of rapids on the Zambezi River right after the Falls, a spot called the Boiling Pot. The hike was quite an adventure - a steep descent into a flooded area that required wading through thigh-deep, flowing water. We were led through the waters by two accommodating Zambian men, looking to make a few bucks; I was very grateful for their help, though, because we would have never made it on our own. However, this did not stop me from thinking about all the things that could be in that water or remembering the really creepy photos of disgusting worms that burrow into your skin that they showed us at training week... But in the end, I'm glad we went; it was worth the trip.
And that pretty much wraps up Mike's trip to Zambia. It was great to have him there, to finally see and experience where I was living and what I was doing and what I had been eating /drinking for the four months I spent in Zambia. And I hope he enjoyed it a little bit...

I bless the rains down in Africa...

When Mike arrived in Zambia, I knew I would be leaving fairly soon, so it was important to me to make sure that we took a little time to travel. So on New Year's Day 2008, Mike and I took a bus to Livingstone -- Zambian home of Victoria Falls. The bus ride was okay, though the 25 kilometers of potholes in a bus that feels like one more good shake will rip it apart was not so fun.

We stayed at a hostel with more white people at it then I had seen in three months, so honestly, it was a bit of a shock to me at first. (After a while in Zambia, I found myself shocked by my own (very) whiteness some days....) But all in all, we had a good time, even though it rained practically the entire time. That's okay, though; rain gives me an excuse to insist on lazy veg days at the hostel.

Probably the best thing we did while in Livingstone was going to Botswana for a safari! Definitely of my best days in Zambia, even with the rain and the pictures turning out grainy because of the rain. Here are some of those grainy pics (click on the photos for a bigger picture if you can't read the captions):

Memories...

Click on the photo to be able to read the captions.
(And scroll down to the next post for more explanation of why I'm posting old stuff...)

T.I.N.A. (This is NOT Africa)

So, as many of you know, I am no longer in Africa. However, if you only know me through this blog (or, worse yet, know me but I haven't kept in touch), you might not be aware of that. Yes, I am horrendous at keeping people up to date. I think I put too much pressure on myself to be witty and fun and end up just not finishing anything for fear of being seen as terribly boring.

All this being said, my plan has been for two months now to finish off this blog and start a new one (name to be revealed soon -- after all, I can't really say "the Real Africa" because where I am now is nothing like the Real Africa). So for the next week, I'll be posting Zambia photos with a little bit of info for those of you that are interested, and then starting by next Saturday, I will have a whole new blog with new adventures for you all to read.

And I'm going to post more... I promise.

(And for those of you who haven't heard why I'm not in Zambia any more, here's the skinny:
For the four months I was in Zambia, mypart in the work of my organization there was an evolving process. I was spending some time working on legal issues, but for the most part, I have been involved with other random matters in the office, including filling in as the acting accountant for three weeks, developing newfound skills as the IT person, and just generally serving as a file clerk / administrator (along with Mason, who is infinitely better at this than I am). As much as I enjoyed being with the people at the office, I was becoming discouraged because I felt I wasn’t using my legal skills to help the organization. So after speaking with our office director and the director of the fellowship program, we decided together that it would be best if I moved to an office that more needed the legal skills I can offer. So, I left in February, spent a month at home, and moved on to a busier, more frenetic location...)

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

HOLIDAY... CELEBRATE!!!

if we took a holiday… doo doo doo doo doo doo… took some time to celebrate… doo wee ooo… just one day out of life… (ho-li-daaaay)… it would be, it would be so nice…

Oh sorry, I’ve had that song in my head for about a week now…

So, in the last month, there’s been a lot of celebration going on around here. First, Independence Day, then Halloween (which was apparently only being celebrated in our flat), Karla’s birthday, Annie’s going-away (though I guess that doesn’t count as celebrating since none of us wanted her to leave), and Thanksgiving. The celebrations were nice breaks from my current routine of sleep, work, go home and watch old episodes of The Office or a movie we’ve already seen, start over again. Is it possible to be in a rut after only six weeks? Anyway, when it comes to holidays, this is how we roll…

INDEPENDENCE DAY
***WARNING – Reading this part of my entry may result in learning something.***
Zambia celebrates its Independence Day on 24 October – this year was number 43. For those of you who don’t know, the British claimed and occupied the area now known as Zambia, naming it the protectorate of Northern Rhodesia in the late 1800s. On 24 October 1964, the protectorate gained independence, through largely peaceful internal pressure, and took the name Zambia from the Zambezi River that flows through the country. And one other random fact: the period right before independence was called “ChaChaCha” – I haven’t been able to find out why yet, but I do know there is a road and a backpackers hostel in Lusaka that now bear that name. (And I think that name has also been applied to Beth and Bogie’s kids…)

As far as I could tell, Zambia celebrates its independence pretty much like a lot of other countries – take the day off work, wear the nation’s colors (though I did not see one shirt that said “These colors don’t run”), maybe have a ceremony or speeches by the nation’s leaders, and have a picnic. I joined in most of these activities this year, though I did unfortunately sleep through the speeches, and I didn’t have much in the way of Zambian colors to wear.

We went out to Dream Valley, which despite its name, does not appear to be in much of a valley, though, after two weeks in dusty, brown, quiet Lusaka, all the grass, trees, and people made it somewhat like a dream. DV is really just a park with a couple swimming pools, owned by a lodge. On Independence Day, though, it seemed like most of Lusaka was there. Music pumped through the air, teenagers danced, kids splashed, and bra’ais (bbqs) cooked. It was nice just to be part of all the excitement.

HALLOWEEN
So Zambians don’t really celebrate Halloween. (I originally included something here about American vs. Zambian thoughts on this subject, but it was starting to sound like a diatribe, so I’ve decided to cut it… but if you really want to know, e-mail me and I’ll send you my thoughts.)
Anyway, despite the lack of costumed trick-or-treaters, orange pumpkins, and wax-paper-wrapped peanut butter toffees, Mason and Annie decided we still had to make the most of the day. We dressed in silly costumes (Annie came up with my costume as a bottle of Castle beer, since I really did not want to think creatively… yes, I was being a spoil-sport.), carved pumpkins (or watermelons and small green gourds, but whatever), ate roasted pumpkin seeds (real pumpkin seeds!) and candy corn (smuggled into the country by Mason), drank green witch’s brew (don’t ask), and bewildered our Zambian guests (though I think Kondwani decided this may have been the second time in our whole lives that Americans had judged correctly on something).

ANNIE’S GOING AWAY
I’m not going to write much here because Annie’s leaving was very sad. *sniff sniff* But I did want to share a picture.

THANKSGIVING
Another holiday not celebrated in Zambia, though there’s no diatribe for this one. We didn’t have turkey – there’s a funny story about that, but I promised someone I wouldn’t share it here. Instead, we roasted a chicken, which I originally thought still included its feet and head, but, thankfully, those were actually in a plastic bag, so I didn’t have to touch them and could toss them with minimum fuss. It was sad to be away from family for the holiday, since I’m used to a big get-together, but much like when I celebrated Thanksgiving in New Zealand, it was wonderful to share these traditions with people from another culture, as I am learning at the same time from them. And I think Kondwani may have called this the third time we Americans have judged correctly!