Last leg

After a nice flight, with a stop in Zambia, I am on my last leg of work. I meet Kasonde on the trip and we talk about Zambia. I should visit, he says, and see Victoria Falls. He talks about his schooling (a new graduate), his plans (NOT politics) and his hopes to visit the U.S. He does have one phrase for me when I reveal I will go on safari soon – “Good Pets Go Bad”. Not really sure what that might mean…

Relived to see my luggage make it, not like I have much clothing left. I did leave some laundry in Nairobi (and my driver tells me, “Hope they don’t take that too!”) so traveling light. Make it to town, found a place to stay for the night and ventured out into the world for a few hours. I could be mayor here, as everyone waves, smiles and says hello (or some form of that, I hope) as I pass. It looks like I am the only visitor here.

I am now in Malawi, underneath by blue mosquito netting, writing this entry. Last night’s dinner at the Ali Baba was great. I sat outside and enjoyed the sites while having Chicken Tandoori (suggested by the server) a pineapple Fanta (no Krest here) and some Nali Hot (“Africa’s hottest Peri-peri sauce) over rice. Street vendors pour out into the crowd and are hawking everything. Peanuts, oranges, pastries, tours, photos and clothing. They all come over to see if I want to buy anything. The only vendor that does not come by? The one selling pants.