(This was written a couple days ago,but I just now have time to post it.)
Doesn't this title sound like a great band name?
I am on day three of my trip, and I am in love with this place! It took me a little bit to get used to it, but now that I am, I am really happy I did this. Today I had my language lesson. Apparently, English is the official language but they also speak Chinyania. The nice man, Lazerus, taught us such phrases as, "Mwauka Bwangi" which means "Good Morning", but you say this when addressing an older person. The best part about it was when he was exlaining this phrase he kept refering to my pompous roommate Karen as an elderly person.The best part is, is that she is only 42. I was laughing so hard (on the inside), I thought I was going to burst! Other important phrases I learned today included, "Ndiwe ndani zina?", which means "What is your name?" And my absolute favorite phrase, that was so important they had to include it in the lesson, "Nizingati Moba?", which means "How much for a beer?" All in all, it was a very succesful lesson.
Last night, I went to Rhapsody's again. This time all the houses went, and it was a lot of fun getting to know all these people. I did meet a couple of locals, one of which had a digital camera. I figured if he has a digital camera, there has to be a place around here to fix it. So I asked him where I could get mine fixed, and this is what he said, "Go to Shamba's and ask for the rastafarrian with dreads." I thought this statement sounded a little strange, but I thought maybe Shambas was a camera store and the rasta man was really good at fixing cameras. Well today, I was going through town and I saw Shambas. To my surprise, it was not a camera store, but in fact a crappy looking fast food restaurant. So this incident has taught me a lesson. Always double check before you take the advice of Zambian locals.
I know earlier in this blog I said I love this place, and I really do, but there is one thing I DO NOT like about Zambia. The f-ing bugs. They are not like humungous and gross like I thought they would be. They are actually just flys and mosquitos, but they are super annoying. First of all the flys are EVERYWHERE. And these are not just normal flys, they are called Puchi Flys. These wonderful things, make nests in your wet clothes when they are drying outside. The only way to get rid of the nests are to iron the clothes. If the clothes aren't ironed then they will lay the eggs in your skin. HOW GROSS IS THAT?! So, I just need to make sure that everything is ironed. The mosquito's are equally as aweful. They have been eating me alive. I have like twenty and it's only the third day. For some reason they only like my blood. I thought I wasn't using strong enough repellant, so I swiched to really strong stuff. But these are munant mosquitos, so it doesn't help. The worst part is, is that my luck with random illnesses is not very good. So I am pretty convinced I will get Malaria by the time I leave.
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I'm so glad you're having a good time. You neglected to mention that in addition to Rhapsody's, you've done the booze cruise and seen the compound bar too. It's like a pub crawl around Zambia. Also, maybe the dude at Shamba's fixes cameras on the side or it's a hobby of his. And lastly, puchi flies = NASTY. At least mom would be happy since everything you're wearing (and your sheets) will have to be ironed.
Nikki... Apparently, I have a blogger account which is weird because I dont remember why or how, but now I can communicate with you! I am so happy to hear you are doing well! Isn't it great to be somewhere else for a change where priorities are a bit different? And I agree with Michelle... maybe the Rasta does fix cameras?? Who knows right? And it would seem that at least he might know where to score some good weed. Anyway, I love and miss you and look forward to hearing more about your travels! Love Roz
Sounds just like the day I just had, minus the bugs, bars and communicable diseases. Hurry back as soon as you can, my soccer game is in desperate need of assistance.
PS - Make sure that you check in more frequently somehow someway. Being thousands of miles away and not hearing from you for three to four days gives the bunch of us in AZ man-size ulcers. Especially me!
I remember the first time i was bitten by the puchi flies. They had built a nest in my underwear and mutated from crotch crickets in to adult puchi flies. They grew abnormally large becuase of my special blood. Also, I like that rosner suggested buying weed from the rastafarian- typical. she tried to get me to buy things from the rastafarians before, i was a little more skeptical and ran before they could rape me. You know what i always say- dont trust a rastafarian that cant twinkle his nose.
As usual, Willie sums up the situation perfectly.
Shamba the rasta man sounds like a little song from yours sisters wedding weekend..Shamamamna.dododododo..shamamamna.dodododo....I miss you.
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