Henceforth, please ignore typos or misspellings.
As my niece Bella sayss# to her grandchild uncovering her her hidden face, Coucou I’m here.
Although I’m writing this on February 2nd, I’ll chronicle this fantastic experience ssstarting with the firsst day in Livingstone, Zambia, where I was being icked up.
Although the sights are primitive in that they’ve left the jungle look alone while carved out a modest hotel. The lake/river and tranquility of the place, as strange as it felt to me was exhilirating as a quiet place can be after I calmed down about the prospect of the camping trip was. Reading helped me calm down. At the end of the day when sunset enssssued,I discovered that there was an Internet cafe. It was imprtant for me to get in touch once more, not because of loneliness as much as uncertainty. Then I bumped into a WHO worker, Judem who works as a consultant psychologist that interviews people who are suffering from HIV-Aids to discover whether the sustem in place works. From cape town, she’s very familiar with the area and gave me several tips: such as the wall curtain in my room is a net to be used over me while I sleep to keep the mosquitos away, to eat simply. Getting used to bottled water to be used for everything is a trip: everything takes a lot longer. The bulb in my room wasn’t working so no reading. I slept well for six hours under the net. It almost almost fet elegant.
