(jan and i went surfing in lawrencetown…yeah its freezing)
It was surprised to find me a few places this past month, some happy, some miserable, as I come to the end of the ride that started with a very dry mouth. The story goes, that on the eve on the Kuomboka ceremony, as I made arrangements to see the Lozi king in the western province of Zambia travel down the river on a huge canoe, I checked into the clinic down the road, because of the dry mouth I had been having for the previous weeks - thinking, it was malaria. The very instant looked like this:
doctor pricks my finger and puts it on a stick. i hear a beep. the doctor says “are you diabetic?”
To sum up, I’ve spent the last 3 weeks in my home of Halifax being massaged by the Canadian social medicine system and fed well by friends and family. I was diagnosed and will forever be until a cure is discovered, type 1 diabetic. ‘Well atleast its not AIDS!” says mom. which…i am happy for..i think.
I will spend the next week at home, and will once again return to the mother land, which i have been calling home , this coming saturday night. I will be finishing in Zambia with an end of service for my volunteers who have been with me since july 07, and then I will be leading 6 students from the university of birmingham around southern Africa for 7 weeks - which leads to september…and the fall shall be another flight. i flight to end all flights - and so will end the findthesky journeys…for now.
Maropeng, south african volunteer placed in Nyimba. to the left, the classic look of most small towns on the side of the road to Malawi
When a group of norwegians, dutch, scottish, zambian and canadians get together for food and drinks in cape town following a meeting at night- rarely does anyone think its a good ideat to have 4 hours sleep and wake up to climb a mountain at 5am to watch the sunrise. Well, i dont know how i did it, maybe it startd with the guilt trip and turned into peer pressure. well either way, we made it to the top of lions head for this, and i slept all the way back to Zambia that
morning.
everyone loves fishing, and everyone loves pictures, here i am finding the fisher man and the police guard at the bridge that boarders luapula province. its almost like the guard is pulling a sly stallone pose
easter weekend meant flatmates harry, adam , and irish friends natasha and maeve set a journey to Jungle Junction, outside of Livingstone towards Botswana, - HIGHLY recommended by me - if your looking for a quiet get away, time to chill, hippos running a muck at night, and general sense of peace, go here. i woke up in my hut to see this from my bed
cant have a get away without box wine. only way to jungle junction is by dugout canoe