It was quite chilly when I got up this morning. The temperature must have been down below 10C (50F). I landed on the coldest month of
The bus ride to choma is quite interesting.
When I arrived at Choma at the bus station, again there were more than a dozen people came up to offer you to go to all different destinations. Most of them are not with any taxi/cab companies but have their private cars. When I asked for directions to the place where I was supposed to meet the driver, a man insisted to walk me over there which was only about two minutes away. He was very friendly, but asked me tons of personal questions like “are you married?’ I found it slightly amusing and frustrating at the same time.
People here refer a certain time of the day as hours. So they would say 2:30pm as “fourteen thirty hours”. I was going to meet the driver Stem at 13 hours. Stem comes up to choma once a week to pick up mails and do all kinds of shopping for the institute. He drives a big truck with a mechanics and an accountant. They were nice enough to let me sit in the front of the truck, and the mechanics and other people who hitchhiked back to Macha with the truck had to sit in the open trunk.
The route from Choma to Macha was almost all on unpaved sand road. So whenever there is a car driving by, the sand would be blow all over and block the sight. What’s worse is that it really irritates the throat and the lungs. Luckily we were in the front and could close the window. I feel bad for people in the back of the truck breathing in the sand. The truck broke down in the middle and it took them a while to fix it.
Whenever we stopped at little village centers, we were surrounded people carrying goods to sell. There were woman carrying cabbages, tomatos, bananas, green pepers, all sorts of vegetables, and men tend to have stuff like sunglasses, shoes, or small groceries like mirrors and toothbrush. They were much more, and it was really amazing to see the scene.
Finally, regarding my stolen laptop and electronics below is the reply from a colleague:
“Oh too bad! I should have warned you! Joburg is very famous for these things happening. The best story I’ve heard was that a finnish guy had put new leather shoes to his suitcase, coming from helsinki-joburg-lusaka. When he opened the suitcase in