Zambia at first glance

After a 28-hour flight I set foot on Zambian soil. When I step out of airplane the heat strikes me. A fresh breeze and a gold Zambian sun triggers a smile. I am back in Africa:) There was no miss Zambian or a name plate I was hoping for, but a smiling Veron made a good substitute. We drive through the country’s capital, Lusaka, where we will be staying the next six months. The first thing that I notice are the tarmac roads and neon-lightened shopping malls, at first glance this doesn’t look like a developing country at all. I guess it will turn out later that this is only one of the many faces of Zambia.

We arrive at our house. With house, I mean a real house; an enormous living room, kitchen, bath, two bedrooms, satellite tv, garden and our own gate. Felt like it did not belong to me stepping into that front-door. After a quick shower, Veron shows me the down-town of the city, which looks more like the Africa I pictured myself. I like walking around the city, familiarizing myself with everything here. But when I go to bed at the end of the day a sort of unnamed feeling still remains.

Wist je dat...
*wist je dat ik tijdens mijn vlucht naast een man zat die al 1700 keer had gevlogen.
*miss zambia eigelijk toch niet zo mooi is en een hele grote knot op d'r hoofd heeft.
* Naast een pinautomaat zitten hier een echte job is.
*A guy at the office asked me to arrange a Dutch wife for him, anyone interested??