lake kariba, between zambia and zimbabwe
one year.
when I think back from my time here, the usual traveler thoughts prevail. 1) so much has happened 2) it has all gone so fast. 3) it continues
This month I did end of service workshop with my volunteers who have also been here for a year and were now returning home, sad. Now i find myself on the waterfront of Cape town, just after a nice stroll on the beach. Here I stay in Stellenboch, huge wino area, where I’m helping run the general orientation for SCORES new volunteers, 41 of them! I’ve been here for a few days, and so far no injuries so i am happy.
From talking to many friends at home, people have enjoyed the pictures, and I also enjoy taking them. Pictures are good, stories are better, but monthly reviews are boring. I will continue to post interesting stories and photos, but in terms of what I am exactly doing : “what does nico actually do in africa?” email me and i’ll tell you all about it.
Back in Zambia next week…with a whole new batch of volunteers, or fresh meat as i would say,
back in the mother land - Nico
ottawa fans - stanly cup
Trews -canadian rock band performs at scotia bank area in ottawa - they also performed in my college basement once, but thats another story.
climbing the baobob tree outside lake kariba
Chitenge Toga Party at my with with flatmates Harry and Adam. We decided to cross cultures with bringing the college party theme of toga party and using strictly traditional chitenge sheets, which are commonly worn as skirts by all zambian women. It was a huge success, once again trying to force north american culture in africa, check!
A above two, views from around lake kariba. the hills almost look like it is a proper maine inspired autumn, but it is definitly the middle of winter in zambia.
along the road, we notice a man standing in the middle of the road with a large object. turns out he wants to sell us a tortoise. we buy it and name it Nyama Nyama (the sea monster of lake kariba) and her, yes her, english christian name Deborah. Seh now lives in our backyard and enjoys cabbage and carrots. Apparently its also very illegal to own her, so we may have to look into a license. oh deborah, why are you playing with our hearts.