6/12
We decided to get up early this morning and wash our clothes. We couldn’t figure out the hose in the yard so we ended up just washing them in buckets in the tub before hanging them on the clothesline to dry. We headed to the soccer field for another day of football practice with the girls.
On our way there we took our regular bus route, and this time made sure that we were ending up at the right location. We didn’t want another mess like Saturday, ugh. Waiting for the bus to go, a man came up to the bus and just leaned against the open door. He had on the geekiest sunglasses but apparently thought he was hott shit. Clearly he was mistaken. He said a few things to us that we didn’t really understand, and then we realized he was asking if we had a phone. Seriously, do these randos really think that we have any interest in giving them our number or getting theirs (let alone actually calling them). Anyway, this guy wouldn’t leave Chrissy alone, she was unfortunately seated right next to the door. He went and found a pen and paper and wrote down his name and number for her. Steve, as it said in scribbled letters, was putting on his A-game. He even came back with 2000 K for Chrissy to use to call him from a pay phone. She turned down the money, which I think was a mistake, and he left. Really, this guy must have been delusional to think we would be interested. I wonder if he was upset when he didn’t get his Muzungu phone call – sorry Steve, looks like you can’t play the field as well as you think.
When we reached our destination we had some more troubles when waiting for our change. The bus’s money-man went to find us change and gave it to the bus driver to return to us. When we counted it we were 2,000 K short. We know that’s really not very much money (about 50 cents), but it’s still not right that we were being ripped off because we’re white. We complained that it was the incorrect amount and the driver said, “Why do you even care, you’re white and rich.” That really put us over the edge, but no matter what we said he still wouldn’t give us the amount he still owed us. Fail. We will improve on that.
Today we didn’t have to run the practice by ourselves though, and the whole team showed up! It was the same schedule: drills, one-on-one, and a scrimmage. Another long day at the field, frying in the hot sun.
On our way home from practice Lazi stopped and picked us up while we were walking. He was taking Ivy, Mike, and Dave back to the house from Pick-N-Pay so we caught a free ride. Good timing.
Once back we got our now clean and dry clothes off the line. They were a bit “crunchy” but didn’t stink anymore! We hung out with Ivy and the boys in the kitchen and cooked dinner, this time we went with tomato soup (with tomatoes, peppers, onions, and pasta). By accident we let it overflow when we left the kitchen but it still turned out all right.
We decided to go out with Dave, Mike, and Mubanga to our first Zambian bar – quite exciting. I think it was a good idea to start off with a Sunday night because it wasn’t crowded at all. We went to a bar that was right across the street from where we’re staying. We drank our first real Zambian beer, called Mosi – it’s what everyone drinks here. Mosi is short for Mosioatunya, which means “the smoke that thunders,” and is the native name for Victoria Falls. The beer is actually made from the water from Victoria Falls, pretty sweet if you ask me. It was really good too! We stayed there for about an hour and then headed home, deciding to play a game of Kings before calling it a night.
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