Monday, May 25, 2009
There's something about Zambia
You know when you're right next to a generator, or drill or some persistent loud noise and eventually you don't notice it? But when it stops suddenly everything relaxes and sighs? That's how I feel when I come to Zambia.
I stepped off the plane yesterday and everything just smiled. I belong here. I feel at peace. I'm happy where I am now, pleased we made the decision to move but whenever I come back I feel all jiggly and bouncy - in a good way. I spoke Chinyanja to the women at immigration and they said "You must be from the Eastern Province - you accent is very deep." This is good to hear because right now I'm getting my Swahili and Chinyanja all muddled up and its driving me nuts.
I'm staying with my dad now and I went for a walk down to the bottom of his plot yesterday evening and saw two of the most ridiculously small coin sized field mice busy busy busy going about their busyness. They made me shriek with joy. And this morning little duiker spoor and mice tracks so small they fit into my ring. This is my favourite pastime, looking at tracks and signs. One doesn't get to do it much in the city. I am an anorak.