November 26th, 2007 – by: chrisrae
Thanksgiving Zambia 2007 - clockwise from left, representing Zambia, Kentucky, Denmark, Massachusetts, Sweden, Finland and Germany.
I am still chilling in Livingstone
after everyone else has
We had a blast of a Thanksgiving
dinner at the hostel and I tried my hand at green bean casserole without the
benefit of an oven.
It wasn’t pretty but
it was tasty.
We hosted six gentlemen, a
sort of UN of sorts, including two Zambians, and then a quartet from Denmark
We also drank a lot, danced ridiculously, and
made the staff wonder just what kind of holiday is this American Thanksgiving?
After a few days of recovering, the girls left Sunday,
heading their way to Nairobi
to catch a flight early next month, and everyone else this way and that. I am in no particular hurry, which is
basically how the entire country of Zambia is anyway.
Dieter "eyeing up" our after-dinner drinks.
I decided to wait for the Wednesday bus to Windhoek, Namibia
and in the meantime hand-wash all my clothes at the hostel and power through
Unfortunately someone liked my
black bra, which went missing within just a few hours of hanging it out to dry.
I’ve put out inquiries but no one seems as
concerned as I am.
I’ve taken to sizing up
some of the women hanging around but I fear this is futile.
The loss of one bra and two pairs of socks (back
ain’t bad for going on six months of travel.
Yes, it’s close to that mark already. It
surely doesn’t seem that long.
halfway through my budget, though, so I’m not sure I’ll make another six
months, but I’ll give it a go and see where I end up.