For nearly two weeks Lusaka Backpackers was our home. It was a friendly place to get back on our feet, Ben’s recovered and I got a new laptop. There’s a constant flow of alcohol and interesting people; it’s a veritable Rick’s Café Américain. (I give Lusaka Backpackers a good review.)
An adventure! It’s often sought, rarely found, but here in the heart of Africa (surprise surprise) we have found one!!
Last week, Ben’s mother (code name: Red Eagle) descended onto Lusaka with the intention of cycling some 1000 kilometers with Ben through Malawi. I was then going to cycle up the Great North Road by myself and meet Ben in Kigoma, Tanzania. Unfortunately, 200 clicks out of Lusaka, she took a tumble, fracturing her clavicle and scapula, plus incurring a concussion, resulting in three days at one of Lusaka’s finer hospitals.
In many ways, as is usually case, it’s a story with plenty of good news. In short time, a truck driver found them and gave a ride to a nearby mission hospital. A safari operator picked up the bicycles. An ambulance happened to be going from the hospital back to Lusaka. (Sad back-story there: they shared the ambulance with an injured pregnant woman and the man who was responsible for beating her to that condition.) Though not ideal, we share the experience of Zambia’s healthcare system and the interesting stories behind the people who make it work. Adventure!
I had the honor of trying out a night in this awesome vehicle. It’s a house on wheels and a work of art. Vincent built out the back, adding a sink / shower, water boiler, fridge, batteries, solar panel and bed / living room. From his native France, he’s overlanded through Iran, the Middle East, the western US, South America and is now circumnavigating Africa. Check out his web site: www.viamundi.fr (use Chrome’s built in translator).
I’m at a hostel in Lusaka, Zambia’s capital. I’ve been here for three days and all I’ve paid for is internet and beer. To save money, I’m sleeping in a mosquito net, under a tree, down the road, but because it’s just safer I sometimes fall asleep at various locales within the hostel proper. In other words, I’ve become a tramp.
Being a tramp raises various ethical concerns. (more…)