Home Again! - 30/10/2005 <--Prev : Next-->
It was so nice to be home again! Smiling faces at the airport,
delightful customs officials doing their jobs in a most meticulous
My garden a beautiful guilty green oasis in the midst of water
rationing, cheery taxi drivers and bus drivers did their best to
annoy us and run us off the road, but nothing doing ... we were
The potholes were a bother but we managed not to strip a tyre on
way home and smilingly handed our bags to an even more smiling
Charlie to be taken to the room for unpacking.
Oooooooohhhhh after a seventeen hour long haul flight plus two
flights of a couple of hours each - I thought longingly of my bath.
Now we have a daily ration of 400 litres which is hard to stretch
amidst a family of our vast proportions !! But we manage, because
that precious borehole ,albeit guiltily at the thought of our bosom
buddies on Knob Hill who have had NO water at all for week after
But having been away for two weeks, we were now in CREDIT with our
water consumption .... and so that bath was going to be full to the
very brim, for the first time this summer !!
Hah !! a good dash of Radox Lavender Immersion Salts ... on with
radio, laid out the nice soft fluffy bath sheets ... and in the
company of four family hounds who would not leave us for a second
after our absence, turned on the tap of steaming hot water !!
Eeeekkkk !!! Out came this brown ghastly muck, litre after litre,
gallon after gallon. I tried to let the bad stuff flow out but it
kept coming and so I sadly gave up the thought of that foot deep
steaming bath, and did the Zimbabwe equivalent !!
I took a shower where one cannot see the muck !!
The thought of drinking the darn stuff was anathema but hey, we
out if you add our delicious Mazoe orange juice, you can easily
disguise the brown colour !! (And then there is always wine when
else fails !!)
The pile of trash that had gathered while we were away was not too
bad as the Mayor himself had given instructions to the citizens to
burn and bury what they could not collect !! And a run to the
municipal dump is always good for the soul as it makes you realise
just how lucky you really are.
You take your life in your hands trust me, lock the doors, make
you don't go in a vehicle that cannot be jumped on and hung on by
least a dozen yelling young mad max scavengers who arrive in swarms
to "assist" you with the removal of your trash.
These pitiful little people actually live in the dumps, they live
the scraps and build their homes from our waste products.
I will always remember what My Mom used to say
" I cried because I had no shoes,
and then I saw one who had no feet "
Bulawayo Island Hospice Service are looking for 2 cell phones for
Srs - Sr Clark needs one as soon as possible as hers has been
so many times with insulation tape and now finally the charging
mechanism is about to go at anytime (Siemens C10). Sr Dube's is
also showing signs of wear and tear and we fear that it will also
pack up soon. Anyone got an 'easy to use' cell they would like to
sell? Please contact Sr Clark 023 406917 or the office 77972.