9/23/17 Victoria Falls

I didn't enough time yesterday to write about our wonderful lecture.  At 8:30 yesterday morning those of us available assembled in the upstairs room to listen to a lecture about Dr. David Livingstone.  Vimbai had arranged for Libby White to come and speak to us.  She was a dynamic speaker giving us a comprehensive and cohesive story about this Victorian explorer and hero.  Dr. Livingstone was the first white man to see Victoria Falls (1855) and to broadcast the news of it to the rest of the world.  He named the falls after his queen and spent most of his adult life in Africa.  He became very well respected by the African people.  His statue stands at Victoria Falls.  From 1830 to 1880, there was an explosion of exploration.  Many people had explored the coasts of this continent, but no one had explored the interior.  David was born in 1813 in Scotland to a very poor family.  When he was 10, he went to work in the local cotton mill.  The Church of Scotland arranged for children to be educated on Sunday afternoons after church services.  David was very interested in improving his mind.  He bought a Latin book with his first paycheck and taught himself the language while at work with the book propped up in front of him.  His persistence was noticed and he was sponsored by the church to continue his education.  He decided to go the route of being a medical missionary.  He was about to leave for a mission to China when the church learned of great disturbances there so he was diverted to Africa (1841).  He landed in Cape Town and traveled to a mission in South Africa run by Robert Moffet.  David fell in love with the continent and loved to explore the area around the mission in his spare time.  One time on an outing, we was mauled by a male lion.  Porters rushed him back to the mission where he was nursed back to health by Moffet's daughter, Mary.  They fell in love and were married.  They eventually moved north to start a new mission station.  They stayed at the new mission for 10 years, but had no converts.  Part of the problem may have been that he had set the mission in an area that had nomadic tribes.  The other may have been the way he was going about trying to bring his message to the natives.  He consulted with some Jesuit priests and found the secret to their success was to involve people in making crafts and items that would make their lives more comfortable.  Once you gained their trust, they would be more open to hearing your message.  David packed up and decided to move more north.  They crossed the Kalahari desert and set up a new mission station in Botswana.  He sent his wife and remaining children (some were lost earlier) back to England as the conditions were not ideal for family life - very harsh.  Unfortunately, mail was quite spotty (messages were sent by ship) and the London Missionary Society did not get word of Mary's arrival.  She stayed with relatives for short periods of time, but eventually found herself on the steps of the poor house.  She turned to alcohol and struggled with it for the rest of her life.  Back in Africa, David went on an expedition and got to the Zambezi River.  He followed it upstream until he ran out of food and quinine.  He became very ill with malaria and drifted into a coma.  His porters got him to the British consulate and was nursed back to health - it took him three months to recover.  He resupplied and headed back to the interior.  This time he headed downstream on the Zambezi.  As he was traveling, he got the idea of using paddle-steamers on the river.  As they traveled, they noticed a plume of smoke.  David thought there was a large fire ahead, but the natives told him of the waterfall.  He landed on what is now known as Livingstone Island.  He had found the falls.  He stayed there for three weeks taking measurements, many of them still in use today.  He continued traveling until he came to Mozambique, where he became ill again.  He came out at the mouth of the river and traveled back to England on a British war ship.  He reconnected with his family and stayed in England for five years.  He wrote a book about his adventures and discoveries and became quite famous in England for his exploits.  He became friends with the chair of the Royal Geographic Society.  David thought that the African interior could be opened up to commerce by using paddle-steamers.  He persuaded the Society to sponsor this effort.  $100,000 was raised and a ship was built that could be taken apart for shipping and put back together when it arrived in Africa.  He gathered engineers, botanists, scientists, and an artist for the Zambezi expedition.  This turned out to be a bit of a failure.  The boat was not good with the strong current on the Zambezi.  They came to a huge narrow gorge - a big impediment to his idea of a navigation route into the interior.  They came to a place in the river where the paddles were being clogged.  When they investigated, they found that the paddles were being clogged with human body parts.  The slave trade was alive and prospering in this area of Africa.  Those not considered strong enough were tossed into the river.  David was horrified.  He eventually was recalled to England and was blamed for the failure of the expedition.  Mary, who had insisted on going with him on this expedition, had died of dysentery.  He tried to talk about the slave situation, but no one wanted to hear about it.  He was again chosen by the Royal Geographic Society to go back to Africa to find the source of the Nile.  They had sent others, but no one had been successful in finding it. Even though they were not thrilled with him for his talk about the slave trade, they knew he was their best bet for success in finding the source.  This turned out to be his third and final expedition.  He found it hard to find porters as there were civil wars raging all around the area.  Despite his personal feelings, he had to employ the help of the slave traders to get help with his expedition.  This caused him to suffer mentally because of all the atrocities he had to witness.  He sent 44 letters back to England to let the world know what was going on with the slave traders, but of course, he had to entrust them to deliver the letters to the ships.  Not surprisingly, 0 of 44 letters got through.  At one point he stopped and built a small house.  Meanwhile, a young man named Henry Morton Stanley, ran away to America at the age of 18.  He was eventually employed by the New York Herald and was sent to Africa to find David.  We all knew that he was successful - "Dr. Livingstone, I presume?".  They traveled together for a bit documenting the slave trade.  Stanley went back to America to expose the slave trade.  He stopped in England on his way and carried copies of David's letters to his daughter.  When the news was broadcast around the world, public pressure eventually caused the slave trade to cease in 1872.  David Livingstone stayed behind as he still wanted to find the source of the Nile.  Unfortunately, he arrived in the area at the height of the rainy season.  He became quite hopeless lost in the swamps.  He became very ill and was carried by his faithful porters (one of whom he had saved from the slave traders) out of the swamp and onto dry land where the sun had come out.  They found shelter for him at a village.  When they came to look in on him in the morning, they found that he had died on his knees, as if in prayer, at the side of the bed.  They removed his heart and buried it under a huge tree.  They then wrapped his body and carried him 1000 miles to the Jesuit priests.  The porters accompanied his body to London by ship and his body was buried in Westminster Abbey in Explorer's Corner.  Stanley traveled over to become a pall bearer.  The queen and the porters were in attendance.  Back in Africa, a cross was carved from the tree and a church was built on the site.  So even though Livingstone's body is buried in England, his heart belongs to Africa.

Last night we had a lovely dinner cruise on the upper Zambezi River.  There were quite a few boats out - a popular venue.  We saw elephants, hippos, giraffes, and a huge croc as well as many waterfowl as we drifted by.  We said good-bye to those going on the Cape Town.

This morning we saw off the Cape Town group.  We will have a program of singers at 9:15 and our bus driver will be here to take us to the airport at 10:30.  We are all packed and ready to go.  I am looking forward to getting home, but it has been an amazing adventure.

9/22/17 Victoria Falls

Most of the group is going on excursions today.  Some are going to ride elephants.  Mike is taking a ride in an ultra-light over the falls, several are taking a helicopter ride over the falls and a couple are taking a tour of the bridge.  John and Lana, Dave and I took a cab to the Victoria Hotel.  This is a very very posh hotel, built I believe in 1913.  Queen Elizabeth has stayed here (Michael Jackson did also).  We walked in as though we were guests and strolled out into the gardens to the viewing point of the falls.  We walked further to the right and found the sculpture garden.  The work on most of them was outstanding.  They were all carved of stone - leopard stone, dolomite, and serpentine.  For the quality of the work, the prices weren't bad - $1500 to $3000.  We had a lovely stroll and then went back to the front veranda where we asked the doorman to call Eddie - our cab driver.  When he arrived, we asked him to take us to a new bookstore.  He then drove us to the same one we were at yesterday!  We went back to the hotel and had a cold drink out by the pool until lunch was ready.  Dave is napping again so I am trying to finish this blog before we have to go out again.  Tonight we are having a boat ride and dinner on the river above the falls (but not close to the edge!).  We will say good-bye to some of the group as they will leave early tomorrow morning to continue their trip to Cape Town.  Those of us who are not going on the post-trip will be picked up at 10:30.  We will fly from Victoria Falls to Johannesburg.  We have a long delay there until we can catch our flight to Amsterdam.  There we will stay overnight and will arrive in Boston on Monday.  I have decided to wait until we get home before trying to put more pictures on the blog as the wi-fi service, while not bad, is much faster at home.

9/21/17 Victoria Falls

A crested bobbet tried to steal my toast this morning when I got up to get some more juice.  He landed close by so I took his photo.  I didn't finish my toast and when the waiter took my plate away, he put it on a table just outside the dining area.  A red-billed hornbill stole the crust off my plate and enjoyed it while trying to fend off several more who were also interested.  After breakfast we were given a back-of-house tour.  The kitchen is quite small considering that they have to cook for both our camp and the sister camp which is next door behind a tall wooden fence.  There is a storeroom for flour, canned goods, etc. and another for  towels and linens.  The laundry is done by two men who wash everything by hand in two large bathtubs - one for washing and one for rinsing.  The clothes, sheets, towels are then hung on lines to dry in the sun.  While we were getting the tour, Vimbai and the guides were putting our bags back into the plastic garbage bags for our trek back through the coal area.  We set off in the land rovers and met the bus at the ranger station.  We rode through the coal mining area again and eventually got back to the main road.  The driver stopped at one point to show us a place where some sable were being kept.  I didn't quite get the story straight, but I think someone was trying to smuggle them so they are being held here.  We arrived at the hotel and stowed our extra bags since our rooms were not ready yet.  We then got back on the bus and drove to Victoria Falls.  The falls were lovely.  This is a great time of year to see them because even though the flow of water is less at this time of year, when the flow is at its peak, you can barely see the falls due to the large clouds of mist that arises.  We did get some mist at some of the viewpoints, but it felt great as it was quite hot out.  At one point we could look out and see people sitting in the Devil's pool.  The pool is at the edge of the waterfall.  It looked like a crazy idea to me.  One false step and you would go over to your death.  Vimbai told us of a guide she knew who saved a guest who was in danger of falling.  He, however, fell to his death.  We were very lucky as Kelly had told us that she was harassed by the baboons when she was here last year.  We, however, did not see a single baboon at the falls.  We walked back to the car park and enjoyed sitting on the bus in the air conditioning as we waited for the others to arrive.  The bus driver gave us a tour of the town on our way back to the hotel.  We had lunch by the pool and by the time we finished, our rooms were ready.  Dave was ready for a nap, so Lana and I went to the Elephant market.  This is a huge market.  Most of it is open-air, but the people there are a bit pushy wanting you to buy from them and not from the other guy.  We then went to the indoor shops and did a bit of browsing.  The pressure was off at the shops, but, of course, the prices were higher and you were not expected to dicker about the price.  It was less hassle however.  We asked our cab driver, who insisted on sticking with us wherever we went where to find a bookstore.  The one he showed us had used books from about 40 years ago - not what we were looking for so we went back to the hotel.  I blogged for a bit to catch up while Dave was napping until it was time for dinner.  We had a young man come and talk to us about his wooden carved cane/water pipe and then . a group of young men and women came in to sing and dance.  One of the instruments was quite interesting.  Traditionally, it was made from a pumpkin shell, but the modern ones are made of fiberglass.  It is hollowed out and there are two layers of keys which when pressed give a pleasant stringed instrument sound.  After dinner we all retired to our rooms.

9/20/17 Zimbabwe

What a busy night last night!  I heard lions calling far away, hyenas very close by and elephants fairly close.  

At breakfast, we were looking down the hill and saw a klipspringer.  He is a very small antelope about 2 feet high.  He was very quick so I did not get his picture. On our game drive this morning, we saw lions near the river, dwarf mongooses, and elephants - some with babies,.  We learned that female elephants have a hump on their foreheads, while males have a more rounded forehead.  Mafuka told us hold to prepare a guinea fowl.  First you takethe feathers off, gut him and put him in a big pot of boiling water with a big rock.  You cook him for a long time, then throw out the guinea fowl and eat the rock!  I would guess they are very tough.  We saw a large nest that is used by the brown snake eagle, but he wasn’t home.  We saw many of the smaller red-billed buffalo weaver bird nests in the trees.  I don’t know if I have mentioned this before, but the birds all build their nests on the leeward side of the tree so the trees all look a bit lopsided as they can have as many as twenty nests on one side.  We saw a lot of vultures circling around a hill and at one point we saw a vulture and a brown eagle do some in flight squabbling.  Mafuka has the most amazing eyes.  He looked where the vultures were circling and spotted a lioness sitting on a rock at the top of the hill.  She was probably protecting her kill or perhaps letting her cubs eat.  That is why the vultures were not landing.  I did manage to get a photos, but she will probably look like a dark smudge from that distance.  We spotted kudus, impalas, giraffes, and warthogs.  Mafuka pointed out a mahogany tree and then we crossed over a salt spring.  We saw zebras, a large herd of impalas (or as Dave would say - a Chevy dealership) and then stopped to watch some vervid monkeys in a tree.  We stopped by a large stone marker on the side of the road (a road marker for the park) and Mafuka pointed out that the droppings on the top of it were those of a cheetah.  We saw porcupine tracks in the road, some elephants standing in the shade of a tree and then some more very tall candlabra trees.  We saw two yellow-billed kites.  We stopped at a rest area for cold drinks.  We could look over the edge of where we were sitting as she a family of rock hyrax - I took several photos and then I looked closer to the wall and spotted a beautiful dwarf plated lizard.  He was yellow on the front half of his body and a beautiful blue on his hindquarters and tail.  Looking out over the water, I could see a hippo and some waterfowl.  Mafuka told the story of Cecil the lion while we were sitting there.  The dentist bribed a number of people to get his shot.  He broke several laws, but so did the people who were helping him on the hunt.  The local people lost their jobs, but no one was ever prosecuted.  The local people were a bit upset by the publicity stirred up by this event.  It is not unheard of for a child to be eaten by a lion yet there is no outcry when this happens.  When Cecil was shot, however, the story went around the world with much sympathy for the lion.  It goes to show that there are always at least two sides to every event and we must be sensitive to all perspectives.  Vimbai knew Cecil quite well as she used to manage this camp.  He was quite a show-off and would frequently lie down in the road so the tourists could take his picture.  Mafuka told a story about one of the chefs from camp who was going to the kitchens early in the morning to start breakfast.  He was not paying attention and did not notice Cecil in the bushes at the side of the path.  He was so scared when Cecil showed himself that he fell to the ground.  He managed to get up and then took his pants off to wave them around to try to scare Cecil off.  Eventually, Cecil did take off, but the chef was quite shaken up.  We then drove to the reservoir to have lunch.  On the way we stopped to help a disabled land rover.  The female guide had a flat tire and was having trouble with the pump jack.  Mafuka got out to help her get the truck up high enough to put the new tire on, but then the couldn’t find her spanner (tire iron).  Vimbai got ours out of our vehicle and Dave and Vicki got out to see if they could spot hers.  They had no luck  finding it so she sped away with her party of two and we followed behind.  Not too far down the road, we found her spanner.  She must have put it on the frame of the truck when she finished taking the flat tire off the rim and she didn’t notice.  It obviously flew off when she went over a bump.  We were able to finally catch up with her to return it.  We had a lovely view over the water.  There was a large fam=ily of baboons off to the right.  The young ones were having a wonderful time chasing each other,  There were also warthogs across the water and they came to the shore to get drinks.  There was a group of impalas to the left of us also drinking.  Just as we were finishing our lunches, a couple of elephants came to drink and to splash themselves.  One of them waded right in and immersed himself - rolling from side to side to make sure he was totally wet.  For such a large animal, this was a surprisingly graceful maneuver.  On our way back to camp, we saw some kudus, a three-banded plover, a green chunk, and an large rock shaped like an elephant.  We also saw a white-headed vulture, an impala carcass put high up in a tree by a leopard.  We caught a glimpse of a black-backed jackal, saw some more hippos, baboons and some ground hornbills. 

Tonight’s before dinner talk will be given by Sally.  She is going to be talking about her life.  Again, I will try to listen and type at the same time (I did ask her and she said she didn’t mind).  Growing up, she was raised by a single mom.  Her mom married someone, but found out later that he was married to another wife.  She divorced him.  Her mom was then on her own as he refused to pay for the children.  The grandparents died of HIV.  She had to raise Sally and her older sister on her own.  At 17 Sally got pregnant.  She was sent back to the village to live with the parents of the boyfriend for 2 months.  Her sister, who had a textile job in South Africa, came to the village to help her get back to school.  Her mother told her to focus on her education.  In 2008 Sally graduated high school as the second best student.  In 2009 she enrolled in university studying travel and tourism. She worked hard and did well.  During her third year, she went to Victoria Falls and found out about Wilderness Safaris (this camp is run by them).  She did an internship with them and did well.  She was promised a job after graduation.  She was trained for a manager position.  Her mom takes care of her daughter, but Sally supports her monetarily.  She has challenges in this male dominated business.  At camp, she is a boss and manager, but back home, she is submissive to the men as that is the custom here.  She has been promoted and has gained much confidence.  She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders and is looking for a job at some point near Victoria Falls so she can be closer to her daughter and her mom.  I talked to Sally afterwards.  Her daughter, Terry who is 9, wakes up at 5:30, has breakfast and is out the door by 6.  She has a half hour walk to school.  School doesn’t start until 7:30, but many students, including Terry get there at 6:60 to get individual attention before school starts.  She has an hour for lunch and recess and then the school day ends at 3:30.  She walks home and then is helped with her homework by an uncle from 4 to 5.  Then she is free to watch a bit of cartoons before dinner and a shower.  She is in bed by 8.  That is quite a long day for such a young child.

Tonight we did the AGT show before dinner.  The staff sang songs and did some dancing for us.  They are all so talented.  They also showed us some rhythms to beat out on the drums.  I thought we all did a very good job.  During the dances, there was one young man who was very limber - I told him he didn't have any bones - only spaghetti.  For our talent, we had Greg do his juggling act with three oranges.  Three of the men came up to try but they were only kidding and we had a good laugh as a couple of them were very convincing as they came forward to try.  We then did the "There was an old lady who swallowed a fly" song.  Obviously, the winner here is always the home team, but they are very gracious about saying we won.  After dinner we collected our green bags - locked bags for our valuables while we are in camp and were walked back to our tents .   I don't think that I have mentioned that the guides here have to carry rifles in the land rovers and when they are escorting us to our tents.  It is the law here.  The safety of the guests is always on their minds. Tomorrow we will leave for Victoria Falls.

9/19/17 Zimbabwe

We had an early wake-up call this morning (5:30) so we could go to visit the village and school while the sun was not so hot.  It is very hot and dry here.  After breakfast, we jumped into the Nissan trucks and drove for about 15 minutes until we could transfer to our small bus.  We stopped at the ranger station to pick up the village supplies and school supplies that we had left there.  We drove for about 45 minutes to a village that has 520 homesteads or between 4000-6000.  Just before getting to the village, Vimbai stopped at a small store (Maano-Maano) to buy milk for our tea.  Each homestead is a family group of some kind.  This family had the totem of the impala.  Vimbai had given each of us a totem name tag to wear.  I had Masibanda (Ma for female and sibanda for lion) and Dave had Dube (zebra).  We had to ask the villagers what our African names meant as Vimbai wouldn't tell us.  The village was made up of a number of houses, a store house, indoor and outdoor kitchens, an indoor dining room in case of rain, individual sleeping houses, corrals, a chicken coop, etc.  The children move to their own communal houses - one for boys and one for girls - when they are 10.  Younger children sleep with their parents.  The women of the household came out to greet us with a song.  One of the young women was carrying a very cute 2-year old boy.  I tried to get him to smile by showing him my dog finger puppet, but he seemed quite shy so I put it away.  There was a 15 year old girl in the group and apparently she did not go to school today as her shoes were broken and are at the cobblers.  Later we learned that many of the children go to school barefoot so we think she just wanted to stay home to see us.  The eldest daughter of this household showed us around the compound.  She showed us her sleeping quarters.  She had a bed, but she said many people slept on mats on the floor.  The walls are made of blocks made from cement mixed with river sand and then stuccoed.  The outside was painted orange and the inside was mostly painted white to maximize the light inside the hut.  The roof was thatched.  The floors (for those houses that did not have pounded dirt floors) were made of termite mound soil mixed with cow dung.  She had to pay 2 goats to have her floor done.  A goat is worth $40 and cows are worth $600.  They use the cows for milk and not meat.  The cows are their bank account.  They also keep chickens (for eggs) and three roosters.  We went into the indoor kitchen and they had some things cooking over the fire.  They use mopane wood for firewood because it produces less smoke than other woods.  The kitchen was a circular building.  They make them this way so that if an evil spirit comes in, it has no corner to hide in and therefore the food is safe to eat.  The headman of this household has the impala totem.  His brother is the head man of the whole village.  He has a wife, 5 children and 6 grandchildren.  We shared tea and cookies with the ladies and Mr. Impala and his youngest son, Shalom, who is 24 and studying to be a guide.  We also shared our mopane worms, which were cooked with tomatoes and onions.  I passed as I didn’t want to upset my stomach.  Dave said that were strong tasting.  We talked about the roles of men and women and also about marriages.  They wanted to know if the men had to pay a dowry when we got married.  When we were ready to leave, we unloaded all of the goods that we picked up at the grocery store yesterday onto a mat on the ground.  I think they were very happy with what we had brought them.  We had handshakes and hugs all around and boarded the bus - the women all sang and danced following our bus out of the compound.

Our next stop was the school.  We were greeted by the headmistress, who explained that she had 24 teachers for 834 children.  The first grade class we popped into had 53 students!  I just can’t imagine!!  The children all greeted us in English - “Good morning, visitors” and then performed a song for us - “One, two, buckle my shoe”.  They were all very cute.  Our next visit was to a 4th grade classroom where we sat with the children on their benches.  I had three boys who were curious about where we lived, how we got here, had we seen tall mountains, and what did we eat.  Two of the boys said their favorite subject was mathematics so I gave them high fives and told them that was what I taught.  I asked them what they wanted to be when they grew up: policeman, pilot, and soldier.  They spoke English very well and did a nice job reading.  We went back to the staff room to present our gifts to the headmistress.  She will distribute them where they are needed most.  She said she would add my books to the small library they have at the school.  Grand Circle Foundation, which is the parent company of Overseas Adventure Travel, recently donated 30 computers to the school.  Each class gets two 30 minute sessions per week in the computer room.  The kids are taught word processing and spreadsheets.  They cannot afford to have internet service at the school as it costs $92 per month.  Each student is supposed to pay $15 per term, but many of the parents cannot afford that much so they are always short of money.

I just heard an elephant trumpeting not too far away.  Juanita just came in and said that while we were out this morning they had a mysterious visitor.  Someone had taken bites out of an apple they had in the tent and there were some kleenexes strewn around.  Juanita started looking around and couldn’t see anything, but when she looked under the bed, she saw a pair of eyes looking back at her.  It turned out that their visitor was a tree squirrel.  Greg was in the shower so Juanita opened the door and started jumping on the bed and yelling.  Greg came out to help and they finally got him to go out the door.  There is always something exciting going on!  I just took a picture of a plated lizard sitting by the birdbath.  He was about 8 inches long, but they can get to be 2 1/2 feet.

Today’s lecture is on polygamy.  I am going to try to type while we are listening instead of writing it down and transcribing after as I seem to be getting behind on the blog.  Mafuka is doing the talking today.  He is 76 and married to 3 wives at the moment.  He had 4 but divorced one.  He had 10 children with the 3 wives, 21 grandchildren and 10 great-grandchildren and 1 daughter with the divorced wife.  If you get married in a church, you can have one wife.  African custom says you can marry any number of wives.  You must pay the bride price or dowry for each one.  He pays in installments of cows.  He has not finished paying for all of his wives.  You are expected to have children in a year or two.  Children are valued.  If a woman cannot have children she is no good.  She may however ask her sister to have children with the man - she becomes the second wife.  The first wife must approve of the ensuing wives.  The other wives are submissive to the first wife.  They have to live in harmony as a team.  Children are all brothers and sisters even if they have different mothers.  The mothers treat all of the children as their own.  He considers himself a lucky man.  His wife initiated the polygamy.  He thinks she wanted the company while he is gone as guides work for 3 months and then get 3 weeks off with an additional month off each year.  HIs grandfather had 15 wives and his father had only one.  The wife called her cousin to come and stay with them.  She persuaded him to take the cousin as a second wife.  His second wife had two children.  His third wife was not related - a nurse at a local hospital.  He chose this one.  He was a bit apprehensive about introducing her to the other wives.  There was no problem.  They became very good friends.  He chose a 4th wife, but that was a mistake.  She didn’t respect the other wives.  They were quarreling.  Eventually his sisters and aunts came to his home and they said if you want a happy marriage, you have to get rid of your new wife.  Each wife has her own hut and kitchen.  Meals are prepared separately, but they eat all together.  Each of the wives prepares a plate for the husband so you have to be very careful.  You eat from each plate, just a little bit, until you are full.  You don't have to rich to be a polygamous man.  It is better, however, to be in a rural area where you can grow your own food.  He has 90 acres.  He grows tobacco (a cash crop) and maize, sunflowers, peanuts, cabbages, carrots, beets, tomatoes, onions, squash, cucumbers, etc.  He sells the surplus to send the children to school.  They have many hands to work the fields so they don’t have to hire.  The first wife keeps the roster about who he sleeps with each night.  He is a Shauna and 55% of that tribe are polygamists.  Most of the younger generation are not for polygamy, but the new trend is that 90% of the new generation have mistresses, but the wife doesn’t know about the others (or at least they pretend not to know).  They are fine as long as they are supported.  There is a saying - Don’t try to climb a mountain to look for baboons for if you do, you may find them.  Ages of his wives are from 49 to 68.  His oldest son has a mistress with 3 children, but his wife doesn't know.  There is some competition.  Each wife wants to be the best in terms of food, clothing for the husbands, etc.  If he passes away, the wives will stay together unless they want to get remarried, then they will move out.  The last born boy becomes the owner of the 90 acres.  If a woman becomes divorced they go home and will be taken in by their families.  to divorce a wife, you give her 10 cents and say I divorced you.  The coin is a token of the divorce.  You still have to support the minor children.  

After tea and the talk on polygamy, we went for our afternoon game drive.  Abiot stopped next to an abandoned termite mound, which had big holes in it.  He said it was probably inhabited by mongooses now, but if not them, snakes (certainly not at the same time).  We saw a white-browed sparrow weaver bird, a red-billed hornbill, some warthogs, impalas, lots of guinea fowl (so lovely with their blue heads), and some great large baobab trees.  The guinea fowl here are numerous.  Their main predators are eagles and leopards.  We stopped at the lodge veranda on the national park and looking down spotted a rock hydras,  He looks like a large rodent, but Abiot says he is closely related to the elephant despite his small size.  Down in the valley at the waterhole, we saw five zebras, a saddle-backed stork, and a warthog.  On our way again, we stopped at a hammerlock nest that had been abandoned.  Abiot said an owl has taken it over and is nesting with some chicks.  She did not show herself when we were there.  We saw some baboons up on the ridge.  They were turning over rocks and hunting for scorpions to eat.  Apparently they know the trick to not get stung as they eat them.  We saw a huge flock of red-billed quitter birds.  They are very small, but travel in groups numbering in the hundreds to thousands.  They can land in a wheat field and decimate it is a matter of hours.  Dan spotted a small croc in the river.  We spotted a slender mongoose running away (he is so much bigger than the dwarf mongoose and very much smaller than the white-tailed mongoose.  The slender mongoose usually travels alone or at the most in pairs.  Even though he is small, he can take on a snake that is 4 to 5 feet long.  We stopped to watch 28 elephants getting a drink at a natural spring.  They are so large, yet graceful at the same time.  In case I haven’t mentioned it before, a group of warthogs is called a sounder and a group of mongooses is called a business or a mob.  Our last stop was to watch a group of baboons.  One of the larger ones was chasing one of the smaller ones.  He was being very aggressive and the younger one was screeching.  I’m not sure what he did wrong, but he was certainly being disciplined quite hard.  

When we got back to camp, we were given our customary wet facecloths to get the dust from our faces and arms.  I must say this is the dustiest and driest of all the camps.  The ride is also very bumpy in places - a great African massage.  We came back in time for dinner.  After dinner, Spencer, one of the dining attendants, gave a demonstration on carving vegetable ivory.  He is very talented.  He takes the fruit of the palm trees, takes the outer husk off and then carves the nut vegetable ivory).  He carved an elephant and a giraffe.  It only took him about 10 to 15 minutes.  I may buy one to hang on our Christmas tree.

9/18/17 Kashawe Camp Zimbabwe

We took the land rovers to the airstrip where we boarded our small bush plane.  We landed in Livingstone and took a small bus to the border with Zimbabwe.  We picked up another bus on the other side of the border.  There was some confusion at the border point and the clerk asked for all of our passports at once.  She went away from the window to process them and took a very long time.  At one point I looked over and she was at a window on the other side processing people who were entering Zambia.  Finally she came back to our window and handed all the passports to me.  I carried them through to another checkpoint where I had to surrender them again.  This time was quite quick, however, as he was just making sure that all of them got stamped.  I counted as he checked them to make sure I got them all back and was happy to surrender them to Vimbai so she could return each one to its owner.  She would have been the one to do all of this, but she was helping to get our luggage onto the new bus.  Each duffel bag had to be put into a large black garbage bag to protect it as we were driving through coal country.  We stopped at the hotel in Victoria Falls to pick up our school packages we had left there at the beginning of the trip.  We also went into the lobby for a half hour to use wi-fi and to meet the fellow who is going to make tee shits for those who want to purchase them.  We then stopped at the grocery store and picked up lots of items to take to the village.  We bought many pounds of flour, a case of cooking oil, candles, brown sugar, etc.  We were then on our way to our new camp.  We stopped in Hwange to pick up one of our driver guides and give him a ride into camp.  We then drove through a coal mining area.  There were many coal fires burning and the air was quite smoky.  I was glad we were in a bus with closed windows.  We drive go the park entrance (Hwange National Park) and transferred to land rovers.  Our driver/guides were Abiot and Mafuka.  The drive there was quite bumpy and dusty.  This is the driest place we have been.  Eventually we got to Kashawe Camp.  Our tent had two twin beds side by side and a bathroom with included a shower stall, sink, and toilet.  There was also a front porch with two chairs.  The camp is on a hillside looking down into a valley with a waterhole.  The small gift shop was stuffed with items made by the workers of the camps and their families.  We went for a walk around the camp after tea.  We stopped by a hole that had been freshly dug and Mafuka said it was made by an aardvark last night.  We came out of the trail next to the land rovers and had our sundowner next to another ridge.  On the way back to camp, we spotted a lone giraffe (this is called a corp according to Abiot).  We saw a large group of guinea fowl roost in a tree for the night.  I tried to take a photo, but there wasn't enough light for my camera.  It would have been a lovely picture as the tree was backlit in a pink glow from the sunset.  I hope that someone else got the shot.  On the way home, we saw a night jar bird in the road.  We have to wake up early tomorrow (5:30) in order to get to the village we are visiting before it is too hot.  We will also visit St. Mary's Primary school tomorrow.

9/17/17 Zambia

I don't know what I ate, but I was sick all night.  I opted to stay behind this morning and slept while the rest of the group went for a boat ride on the river.  Dave reported that they saw three pods of hippos and managed to wake them up as they went past both ways.  They saw lots of birds and several crocs.  As they were landing the boat, they spotted a green snake on the shore.  We will have to look it up when we get home as no one was familiar with it.  Dave thought it might be a rear-fanged one by the shape of his head.  I skipped lunch - just had a 1/2 piece of toast with water.  I didn't want to take any chances.  After siesta time, we brought our chitenges (cloth) to the lounge area where we were shown how to wrap and wear them as skirts.  If a woman is unmarried, she wears it below her belly button, and if she is married, she wears it above.  Dave joked that because of the senior age and lengthy marriages of some of the women on this trip, we should wear them just under the chest - that got a laugh.  We then learned how to fold the same piece of material (about 2 yards) to make a variety of head coverings.  We then made peanut butter by using a wooden pestle and mortar to pound the nuts some of the guys bought in the market.  I didn't chance a taste, but everyone said it was very good.  No oils or salt were added.  One of the ladies at the camp showed us how to play nsolo (a strategy game using pebbles and a board with a series of hollows to hold the stones.  I will have to look it up at home to see if we can make one for the grands.  We went for another boat ride in the evening.  We again saw hippos and crocs along with some waterfowl.  I was still not feeling 100%, but better than this morning.  I ate quite a bland dinner - some polenta and butternut squash.  Unfortunately, I did not dare to have some of Vicki's birthday cake.  It looks wonderful, but I am going to be careful until I feel much better.