Our last night in Zambia. We’re going back to Johannesburg tomorrow, and then home on Wednesday (unfortunately). We had moved to another hotel, but it was so bad we only stayed there one night. They had luxury ensuite tents, which we wanted to stay in and had booked, but when we arrived, they were not available. It was a bit like Faulty Towers, “can I use the internet” – “ No sir, that’s broken”, “What about sending a fax” – “No sir, fax doesn’t work”, “and I can pay in Euro’s as per email” - “No Sir, we don’t take Euros”. They gave us a chalet, which wasn’t worth the money, and so we left early the next morning. So we are back at the Zambezi Sun in the same room as before.
We went to the Untied Church of Zambia this morning. The English Service was at 8.30am, but we didn’t get there till10.30 so missed that. However, someone translated the service for us, and most of it was in English anyway. We had to stand up and be welcomed – so everyone could see who we were – not that we stood out, being the only white people there! It was a woman, who preached, and she was ok, but some doctrinal issues I didn’t agree with. At the end we had to follow her out, and shake everyone’s hand as they left.
It’s still nice and warm, and Linda has been swimming in the pool. I have been watching the football on the TV and reading. Linda has been swimming in the pool in the dark, and then comes out and drinks tea, before going back in. The crocodiles must be very slow if they can’t catch her!