[This entry has nothing to do with children or HIV. It does have to do with travel--lots of travel--5,300 miles of travel.]
I don’t think Holiday Inn International knew about the air-conditioner in their Beitbridge hotel. If the rattling had been constant, we could have lived with it, but it kept going on and off. Every time the banging stopped we woke in the sudden silence. Every time it started up again, we were jolted back to consciousness. Steve turned it off, and we slept in our sweat.
Nights two and three of our trek were at Rusitu, a
Nights four and five found us in a guest flat at Theological College of Zimbabwe in
The next day we waited an hour and a half in line to cross into
Steve didn’t need much convincing to take a small detour to see game, but he regretted my encouragement to follow the signs to the giant baobab tree in
Our thirteenth night was definitely not bad luck. We relaxed in a room filled with antiques, and enjoyed a private dinner of bobooti and roast vegetables on a vine-graced veranda overlooking a river valley in
On the twentieth day of our journey we loaded the car and headed across the southern strip of the continent to
We made an early start. Good thing.
Tonight we stay with friends on the hill above Pietermaritzburg. Their garden, bright with lilies and bougainvillea, looks very civilized after the deserts, mountains and rolling pastures we have been through on our trek. Tomorrow we are off to