So day number 10 in Zambia and today was a day where we took it a bit easier, to try and recover from the last few hectic days. We eventually got up at the ever so late hour of 9 o’clock (its weird how our body clocks have totally adapted to Zambian hours a sleep in consist of sleeping until 8 and we then find ourselves wrecked by about 9 at night). I usually end each day by writing this blog but I’m struggling to stay awake so I might try and write it earlier in the evening from now on. As I said we took things a bit easier today and after the usual breakfast we started to update the survey of the guesthouse area. Again this involved the height of accuracy with 2 tapes missing the first 20cm. We found areas of the site we didn’t know were there and also an area full of animal and insect life such as mosquitoes, lizards, butterflies and other wired things I can’t describe. We got the surveying done and then sat in the gazebo area at the back of the guesthouse to draw it up. Gazebo’s like the one we were in are everywhere here, they are circular and great for sitting in during the midday sun (which can cause an Irish man to go from 0 to farmers tan quicker than Jordan goes through husbands). At 1 we had dinner which was for the first time less than satisfactory. We had rice, which was nice, and sausages which were red inside in tomato sauce. I stuck to the rice, red raw sausages are not my bag baby. (and there’s no book that can prove otherwise). I was certain we would be eating chicken as the guys killed one last night, we heard it scream as it died. After dinner was over we went back to the gazebo until Sr. Mollie showed up to answer some of our questions. She’s a really nice woman but has so much going on in her head it can be hard to nail down the exact information we need. As strange as it seems staying in a guesthouse run by a nun today was the first time really talk of religion has come up. First Mollie got a text message telling her that the church beside her home belonging to some crackpot religion (yeah cause miraculous conception and rising from the dead are perfectly normal) was having their annual celebration today. It starts at 8 in the evening and goes on until 7 the next morning, with loud singing and music going on all night. The text message actually said that there is one day a year when you have to bear with them and today was that day. We can hear it now and we’re a good bit away. Imagine 11 hours of mass (excuse the pun but it sounds like hell). The second mention of religion was when we were discussing going to a mass while we’re here (apparently it’s a experience worth going to). I was saying how long it’s been since I’ve been in mass, and bearing in mind this guesthouse run by nuns, I said out loud the phrase “if there is a God then I’ll be struck down by lightening the second I walk through the door” luckily no one heard me. Another weird thing that happened today was a white women and her white daughter walked into the gazebo to talk to Mollie while we were there. You might ask what’s weird about that, well you become so accustomed to being 1 of only 7 white people here that it seems weird to see other white faces especially children. I found myself staring at her, a white child just seemed so weird and that’s after only ten days what will it be like after the 7 weeks. There was then another white boy on a bike and I was tempted to shout “Makua”. We made a brief walk to town this evening to a shop called “Lovemore Trading” to buy glass bottles of Fanta and some really nice bread rolls (its right beside a shop called “Uniturtle Industries” other shop names are “Power Boozing”, “God’s Time is the Best Enterprises”, “Drive Inn Pub”, “That Shop” and “Promise & Lies” Pub which is always rocking ).On the way back we bought really nice popcorn and muffins for 6c each form street vendors (which the guidebook says avoid but their food is really nice). We finished off the evening by watching pulp fiction On a side note our bedtime discussions consisted of Me and Dan discussing how far someone would be willing to from their house to go for a shit so we could get the biogas reactor in Kaoma working again. Would a toilet eight feet up in the air be ridiculous? Also do people who use pit latrines wipe their ass? I know it’s a shit end to a blog but at least we got to the bottom of the story. Goodnight don’t let the stupid puns get ya.
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