I'm here.
After quite a long flight, some odd Bulgarian men who called me 'LADY' alot and some faffing Norweigians who made my fight from J'Burg to Livingstone late I arrived yesterday about 3pm. Went to the hostel along with a Manchester lassie who was travelling and working too- Jollyboys is lovely. It is very friendly (someone already asked if I was married=desperate men) and my room is nice, I was sharing last night with a lass from Chester who was going on Safari today. We went into the main town bit during the day, I wasnt sure what to expect but we got a mix of people selling anything they could, some people campaigning for the elections at the end of the month outside the Zambian broadcasting company (nothing like PQ- its a hut) and people just wanting to taxi us anywhere. As it was Sunday most of the shops were shut so we wondered back to the hostel where we met some drunk south africans who weren't so nice (one was very rude to me but I went to bed to avoid any more crap chat, apparently he sent his apologies via a friend today) but i had a good nights sleep.
Today I mooched around, went down to the town again and then booked onto a sunset cruise. SAW SOME HIPPOS but only peeping out of the water. The drunk Australians on the cruise upset a big Canadian family so wasnt too peaceful but it was eventful.
get's surprisingly dark VERY early here, it goes pitch black by 7pm. I'm starting early at Tujatane school tomorrow, so early night for me.
But let's just finish on this- Zambia is a very beautiful place but there is alot of poverty here, and this is from me seeing one of the main towns. Things seem quite pricey, and quite westernised. I feel weirdly guilty that nearly everyone in the town can speak English. There are 72 different languages people speak in Zambia. I hope to learn at least bits of 2 others before end of December.
xx
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