I spent the evening drawings maps on AutoCAD which was about as much fun as watching a clown doing algebra ( his bow tie could spin every time he works out what x is) as a result I feel a bit wrecked and my ability to string words together severely diminished, (that last sentence excluded). So we managed a bit better this morning and got up about 7.30pm and did the usual breakfast, dressing, washings stuff humans tend to do after we wake. We then waited for Sr. Mollie to arrive as she had planned to take us up to the farm they own, where they grow the food for the children in the orphanage. I passed the waiting time by drawing a sketch of the guesthouse which I plan to paint when I have time. I sat outside the guesthouse on the ground drawing, saying hello to nearly everyone who passed. It was a really cool way to start the day sitting there in the morning sun. When Sr. Mollie arrived we all hoped into her white pickup truck and set off. Before going to the farm she had a number of errands to run around town. She was like an honest Del Boy, going around from place to place wheeling and dealing all through the window of her car. Everywhere we went people were waving at us and saying hello, all because we were in her car (it was like being a minor celebrity, that’s probably enough to get me an ITV’s next programme I’m A Celebrity, Get me in There to Make Money). She’s like the queen around here, (except without a racist husband following her around). The road to the farm was a unique experience. It took us about 45 min to get there along a dirt road that was covered in potholes and the scenery outside was becoming more and more rural (it wasn’t a place, even in my wildest imagination, I ever thought I’d end up). When we arrived there were workers processing the corn but they weren’t paid labourers they were prisoners from the local prison. Sr. Mollie treats them so well they work for her and have never tried to escape even though there’s no security. We took a drive around the 200 hectare farm and came across women and children searching the already harvested fields for any leftover cobs they could find (it’ll make me think twice the next time I’m dumping a half eaten charcoal grill burger in the bin on shop street). We also saw an abandoned tobacco farm with crazy wattle and daub style huts. The afternoon was spent with another walk to town to use the internet and buy water and some Coke in glass bottles (it’s become our nightly treat, well mine anyway). The evening was the filled with doing a few more measuring and being climbed all over by children. “Makua, Makue, Makue” (i spelt it wrong yesterday, my English spelling is bad enough let alone my lozi). We’re still a bit confused about exactly what we can achieve while we’re here but we’re slowly working through it. I’ve nothing really else to report apart from that Dan feels it’s kind of sad that he’s looking forward to cornflakes and UHT milk in the morning. And Dan you’re right it is sad but guess what I’m looking forward to them too. Oíche Mhaith all you Makua’s and non Makua’s.
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