So after the previous 7 weeks money was starting to run on the tight side so instead of joining Dan and Áine on a tour of the Victoria Fall Bridge I had a good old sleep in. When I did get up I headed for Shoprite and got me some ham and bread for breakfast which I ate pool side on a beautiful sunny morning while typing my blog. I sat there until about 1 when Áine and Dan returned. Áine was feeling like, in her own words, “Shit” so headed back to bed while me Dan and Jamie headed off to town to buy some bus tickets. On the way we spotted the Livingston Museum. We decided to pay a visit. I could describe it as shit and while been fairly accurate description might be a bit harsh. There was some ok displays on ancient man and a few stuffed animals and a fairly good section on David Livingston, colonialism and Zambia politics (corruption could be another name for their governments) but it was nothing worth writing home about. Eventually after getting fairly bored reading the little yellow signs (sometimes museums just have too much info and you get tired reading it) we headed for the bus station to buy our tickets which we achieved hassle free (yeah it felt weird not getting hassled). Dan then headed for home while me and Jamie headed for a craft market to get some final souvenirs (imagine we called them rememberations as it roughly translates as). There was about 50 small shops open onto the street in a covered walkway area and each one of them invited us in to have a look “I just want to show you what I make” and “it’s free to touch” (not something you’d hear in a strip club). In the first stall I overspent on a wooden giraffe and elephant getting only a small discount but I should have pushed him harder. The next few stalls I was wiser and didn’t buy anything, I wanted to walk through each stall first before buying anything so I’d know what I wanted. It was quite hard however to get away from some of them. Eventually I bought a large wall hanging from home and I negotiated about €10 off the asking price however I was a little disappointed with myself for not going lower. I also bought a 50 billion Zimbabwean dollar note which is now worthless but cool to see a note of such high value. At one stage they had a one hundred trillion dollar note that couldn’t buy a loaf of bread. So we made our way back to the hostel and after a bit of pottering about the 3 of us (without Áine) headed for dinner in an Italian restaurant called Olga’s (yeah it doesn’t sound Italian). It was a really nice place and we each ordered pizza. They claimed it was real Italian pizza but whatever it was it was damn tasty. We then ordered desert and I Ordered a Gedino an Italian chocolate pudding. When it arrived it looked like a chocolate coloured breast implant and it tasted fairly the same (rubbery) it was ok but I wouldn’t be mad for another. We settled our bill and headed back to the hostel where we all hopped on the internet and I started more blogging. I’d bought 2 drinks in the supermarket and managed to destroy 1 when trying to open it. Eventually the other 2 guys went to bed and I was left there on my own surrounded by a load of Australians playing pool and 2 Americans. One of the Americans was fairly pissed and was shouting at people and demanding he be allowed use the internet. The women’s football world cup final between USA and Japan was being shown on TV and he was shouting at each chance they got. The Australians playing pool started shouting for Japan just to annoy him, he started turning around and threatening them (even though he was half their size). He started shouting at them asking them were they Japanese to which them replied yes. He then started saying “the revolution was years ago deal with it”. It was real “America is great yeah , America Fuck yeah”. He was a real twat. America went 1 nil up before the Japanese came back into at 1-1 with all the Australians cheering the Japanese goal. The twat started saying how disrespectful they were towards women cause his sister was one (that’s lucky) and she deserved respect. The Americans scored a second goal and to celebrate he jumped up on the bar counter in front to the TV and stayed there one of the Australian guys joined him pretending to be Japanese. Mr. Twat asked him where he was from and when the guy said Japan city Mr. Twat told him “run back to Japan city then cause America rule yeah”. In the last minute Japan equalised and the by now large crowd that had gathered to support them went crazy. It was such a funny sight never has women football mattered so much to a group of guys. The guy on the bar jumped on Mr. Twats back and started beating him like a horse it was hilarious. The match went to penalties and America missed their 1st four the look on Mr. Twats face was priceless when Japan scored to win it. The whole crowd started singing “Turnin Japanese” Mr. Twat just slid slowly out of the bar. It was a unexpectedly entertaining night. Shortly after I hit the hay too as we had the long ride back to Lusaka ahead of us.
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