Fishing didn't exactly happen, but got lots of sun and reading in. I'm
enjoying my tan and the book won't be leaving my mind anytime soon
(Infidel – read it; we all have an obligation to acknowledge her
story).
Most of the people at this lodge were white South Africans. A lot of
them are doing business with the mines in the Copperbelt. The
camp/lodge seemed to be their chosen place to meet up with family and
friends. It was interesting to be in their company. I think they found
us ridiculous, especially when we said that we had taken a minibus and
then hitched to get to the lodge. Obviously, when you have money, you
can live very well in Africa. I had never seen a speedboat equipped
with a sound system worthy of the coolest teenage boy until now. It is
easy to judge non-black people that live here, but at this lodge, I
found most people appreciated and were thankful for the local staff
that helped make their vacation completely relaxing and responsibility
free. One young South African guy made a point to say, "It's not
racism; it's just two different ways of life coinciding. I have a boat
and I can also pay a local villager to fuel and wash my boat, so that
he feed his family." I see his point; though I don't think I can live
that way… the contrast is too much. However, I don't seem to have a
problem to mooch of people who do live that way. I got a lift back to
Lusaka with a South African couple in their giant 4x4 hauling a giant
boat. It doesn't exactly compare with a cramped, overloaded, brakes
only sort of work minibus.
Anyway, I'm back in Lusaka for a little bit. What I'm up to these next
few days: 1. Holding a workshop for my colleagues to develop the
organisation's three year strategic plan. Blah. 2. Planning my next
getaway. Hmm… where to next.
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