So our last full day in Zambia was finally here and to be honest I have mixed emotions. It’s been a long time so I’m really looking forward to going home but at the same time I’ll be very sad to leave Zambia it’s an amazing country and it’ll be weird to be in Ireland again. We started the day by having breakfast in the hostel where I ordered a ham sandwich to which the waitress replied “no cheese” no I don’t want cheese “ok so a ham and cheese sandwich” no no cheese and no tomato “can I put some mustard on it” no you can’t (well I just said no mustard but it was a weird way she said it). After breakfast we sat and typed some emails and blogs before me Dan and Jamie decided to get a taxi to Cairo Road and walk down it. Cairo Road is the main street in Lusaka and some people say its a place notorious for pick pockets and dangerous while others (including my guidebook) say it’s a must go area when in Lusaka. The taxi dropped us at an area called Central Park which is vastly different from New York’s version. Here central park is a small tarred shopping area which isn’t very nice. Instead we set off walking down the street. The centre of the road is a nice tree line footpath which it quite nice it’s a bit like the ramblas in Barcelona without the street performers (there’s drunks instead). We walked the length of the street and at the end saw Zambia’s tallest building (we’d been showing pictures of it in each of our school workshops so it was weird to see it for real). It was quite a nice street and I took a good few pictures. On the walk we had been looking for a tourist shop to buy Zambian flags and maybe football jerseys but there was nowhere so we went into a shopping centre on the street. It was a really weird place that reminded me of a hospital and had hardly any shops it was an odd place so we left called Patrick our taxi man and got him to bring us back to the hostel. We decide to swap our pics so we all had a complete copy so we sat in the porch area (no annoying English girls in sight). There was a white Zambian guy sitting there telling another American (they’re everywhere) where to visit in Zambia. Once the American left he started talking to Dan and Jamie. He turned out to be a bit of a racist twat. He was born and bred in Zambia and was an ex guard who was now a business man. He said he hated the way South Africans were racist towards black but then went on to say how he hated Pakistani’s and Chinese. He was full of shit telling stories of his big estate he owned where he could smoke lots of hash and have sex with his girlfriend in the garden. He also said we could have 20 women each if we went to a club but that it wasn’t “Aids Free” but “Free Aids”. He also said you could trade a bag of maize in Mongu for and RPG or AK47. He was annoying me so I let him talk to the others while I went and sat pool side and got a Mosi while surfing the net. It was really nice sitting relaxing in the sun. Around 4 we had one or 2 games of pool which I played really badly in and then we got ready and head for Rhapsody’s. Again in Rhapsody’s ordered the Mr and Mrs Smith’s (its just that good) but with wedges instead of chips and a side order of rice. It turned out to be even nicer than last time the wedged were unreal. I topped it off with a death by chocolate but was so stuffed I couldn’t finish it. During dinner we discussed our time in Zambia, how it’ll be weird to be home and if we’d return (all the time someone was Rickrolling the place cause Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up played over and over again). After dinner we haggled a price for a taxi and made our way back to the hostel. The English girls were hogging the couches practicing a Beyonce dance so again I sat by the pool searching the net. The others were wrecked so headed straight for bed. So that was our last day in Zambia tomorrow the epic 30 hours travelling home begins. I’ll write 2 more days of this to finish the trip off and then that’ll be it I won’t need it anymore. Ireland awaits!
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