The anticipation of arriving was at its height, and expectations exceeded as I walked out of the plane. Since this point it was all a fantasy, but really feeling the air, and meeting the smiling Zambian faces pushed me into reality. We were picked up, and in the most african style car ride home I could imagine (a half working van with wind pouring through the windows) we pulled into Livingstone Backpackers. They call this place a hostel, but boy if it’s a hostel it’s the most beautiful hostel there is. This space we live in is a small heaven. Stuffed with character and african vibes.
We spent the first afternoon unpacking, in meetings, and a much needed sleep! After learning my lesson 3 years ago on my New York Experience, I’ve decided I will be arising early as I do at home. So, the next morning after a very deep sleep, Lauren (my roommate also from byu) & I arose at 5.30, planned/meditated/studied gospel, ran around the area, and got ready to eat breakfast all together. We then left around 7.30 on our first project to the school. The journey there was unbelievable. As soon as we left the complex, the fact I’m in Africa couldn’t be mistaken. Both sides of the roads were filled with people walking both directions, kids standing outside, markets setting up. Arriving at the school, I was anxious to meet people! It is has been school holidays, so we are running a holiday club. I relished my first experience playing and talking to the beautiful children. My hair, as normal as it is, was a popular phenomenon. At one time, I had about 15 children tugging at my hair. We also had a geography class, many hands holding mine, and then a very bumpy, and I say, very bumpy drive back in the van for lunch at the backpackers. The drive is just like culture being poured into your eyes. A view of the houses, streets, markets, rubbish dumps, donkeys. Endless new views. I am in awe. Can’t wait to see more and get deeper into the culture!
I will talk about the 2nd part of my 1st day in the next post!