In September 2018, Mizzi and I spent two and a half weeks in Zambia. Mizzi lives in Melbourne, Australia, so we will fly from our home and meet there. I flew to the Zambian capital Lusaka from Frankfurt via Addis Ababa. As soon as I checked my backpack in Frankfurt, I realized that my watch had stopped working. I will be “eternal” for the whole trip; this will be an interesting experience because I usually check quite a lot of time.
Stopover in Addis interesting. It seems that there are people from different countries, with all kinds of different clothing styles, far more colorful and varied than I normally do. The airport seems too small for a large number of passengers, with only a few seating areas. Some toilets are blocked, and I must say that I am happy to be on the plane again. Service on flights with Ethiopia was great, though. We have another stop in Harare, Zimbabwe, but there we don’t need to leave the plane. Finally, we landed in Lusaka, the capital of Zambia. When the plane stops close to the terminal, I can. Not the laundry that they dry there …
look at the Emirates plane through my window. This is most likely the flight that Mizzi has arrived from Melbourne. I had to take a picture and send a message to Mizzi saying, ‘I parked next to you’.
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When I arrived at the terminal, I was able to immediately see Mizzi in the immigration queue, and we were completely outside ourselves for joy. It’s amazing to spend time with him; we haven’t met for more than half a year. After we passed immigration, we were welcomed by Festus, a Zambian whom we had contacted through an acquaintance of mine, Arnold. Arnold started the initiative “Profession and the Future in Zambia”, a non-profit organization dedicated to promoting education in Zambia. They support local schools with funds so they can buy buildings, furniture, or other equipment such as computers, and they also provide school or university scholarships to talented students who otherwise would not be able to get an education. Festus has become one of the scholarship holders and now, in addition to his normal work, supports this initiative locally.
Festus took us to the Gossner Mission, where we would spend our first night. This mission is in a district in Lusaka where embassies and other institutions are located. After checking in, we went a short walk to a nearby restaurant for dinner.
Early the next day we took a taxi to the central bus station in Lusaka to catch a bus to Choma. There we would meet with Daphious and spend a few days with him and his family in Macha, a town west of Choma. We have contacted Daphious through Arnold too. Daphious, like Festus, is a former scholarship holder and now the leader of a local project for a school project.
The buses we use are modern, comfortable and air-conditioned. And we were even asked to tie our seat belts. When we left, a man in a suit stood up and began to preach. It was a long sermon which certainly took almost an hour. The man began to become more and more emotional, his voice louder, he began to sweat and spit, and I must say that he seemed like a true fanatic to me. He paced the aisle between the chairs, and Mizzi and I were very careful. A fortress for tests, newly built.
do not make eye contact. He went to the other passengers, and talked directly with them. In the end, we were happy as soon as the bus stopped and the man got off.
About halfway there was a rest where we could go to the restroom or get something to eat. There are several stops on the road. At one stop, a woman who was on the bus with us carrying pizza was sent to the bus stop and took it on the bus with her. But instead of eating it, he put it in his pocket in front of his chair and left it there (in a vertical position – all the cheese must end on one side of the pizza) until he got off the bus at the next stop. . Another interesting observation is the woman with her child in front of us. The boy must be four or five years old, and he sat by the window without toys or anything to play with. But he didn’t cry, he didn’t complain, he just sat quietly and looked out the window and seemed satisfied. He does not do pricipal and the teachers, Daphious (on the right), and his wife Victoria with baby Henning.