"Welcome Home"

Wednesday 9^th April 2014

I am safely back in Zambia! “Welcome home" has been my greeting!

I had a few things to sort out on Monday, but on the whole I was well organised for the trip.

Dilys joined me for mass at St. Gregory's and we took up the bread and wine – the Eucharistic offering. I am always aware that I need God's help - particularly when I venture out into Africa. It would be so easy to do more harm than good, as many have done in the past.

I popped into town and had my glasses straightened to avoid them constantly falling off! I bought another webcam having stood of mine the previous night.

Barby, Amy and Cheyenne came around to say goodbye. I tried to be a little sociable but I hope they forgive me, because my mind kept being distracted. Little things that I needed to do, or still pack – or unpack! kept coming to mind.

I wanted to cut my hair before leaving and Barby helped tidy up the bits I had failed to clip myself. I re-weighed my bags and decided the cases were both on the high side of 23kg and the backpack was just on the low side of 7kg. I decided that it was silly to risk paying excess charges and the added concern of not being sure. I therefore removed a bible – which I hope to send later and a reading book which was not quite what I had intended anyway. So now being a few ounces under for each bag I could relax a little.

We had a light lunch, the family left and ,after a quick check, I thought I had all I needed for the trip and we set off for the airport.

The weather was cloudy but OK and we made good progress, arriving at terminal 3 at about 4.30 pm. 3 ¾ hrs before the expected departure.

I wanted to be at the airport in good time (since none of my contingency was used up we were very early). I had failed to log in online and therefore would need to go through all the formalities at the airport.

I was surprised to find out that the check in desks were open. As I queued, I was asked to sign a form agreeing to something! It appeared to be an agreement to pay extra if my hand luggage was over 7 kg. There also was mention of electrical goods and various other things!! I just hoped that the laptop – which shouldn't have had any accessories with it – didn't count in the 7kg!

Other than a slight delay when they checked why I appeared to be “staff” the check-in went smoothly. I decided not to fight for different seats and took the seats given.

I rejoined Dilys for a cup of coffee. She would probably go into a second hour for parking anyway, so we took our time.

We said our goodbyes and I was soon through security. For once no alarms were set off – despite me leaving my watch on.

It is always good to arrive in the departure lounge. I don't know why checking in bags and passing security should cause such tension, but I certainly don't find it a relaxing process.

I was surprised just how different the terminal was on the other side of security. I was greeted by caviar and sushi bars, designer shops, duty free stores selling goods at apparently reduced rates though way above what I would consider paying, and a Harrod's store. It made me realise that there is a different world that a few inhabit and another different world – at the other extreme – is where I would soon be living. I wonder how long some of my friends would make the cost of a caviar snack last!!

The flight was due to leave at 8.15pm but my boarding pass said 9pm (boarding from 7.30pm). This was of interest because there had been the changes last week diverting the plane via Rome. The information board confirmed that the flight was due to leave at 8.15 and would be going via Rome. A delay of ¾ hr would give us a scheduled stop of 35 mins in Addis!! Possibly a little tight!!

Sure enough the information soon changed. We would be leaving at 9 and boarding at 8. As we approached the boarding gate we were met by a guy with some scales! Most passengers were asked to place there bags on the scales and some seemed to be diverted to another desk - where I suspected they were paying the excess. I noticed that those with backpacks on their backs didn't seem to be questioned, so with backpack in position and laptop in hand I walked through unhindered.

We were all on board by 9pm. I was sitting amidst a young family who were returning to Zambia to live. The father had been in England for 20 years and had three small children – the eldest perhaps 7 – 8 years old. The family had been visiting Zambia each year. He thought that we would be in Addis for about 3 hrs. When I said that I doubted it, he told me that his information was that the plane was flying direct. I had to admit that there were no obvious spare seats, so I couldn't see a purpose in stopping in Rome unless we had some short haul passengers on board.

We were airborne more or less according to the revised schedule. We passed Rome while still flying over the Mediterranean and headed for Africa. We were at the front of the economy class and as such didn't appear to have video screens. I was trying to work out why we were given earpieces, when a neighbour showed me how to extract the hidden screen. I was not really interested in a movie but found a pool game to play for a few minutes.

One of the cabin crew produced a carry cot and proceeded to attach it to the front wall. Travelling with young children cannot be too much fun! Another carrycot soon arrived in front of the mother. It was therefore possible to settle the two younger children to sleep during the trip – a great, and unexpected, joy for the parents. Ethiopian Airlines had suddenly become the family favourite.

We talked a little about what we were going to be doing in Zambia – he was going to set up his own business, though at the moment it wasn't defined. He had sold medical products in the UK. He felt that Zambia after suffering from British colonialism now was suffering from industrial colonialism – I tend to agree. It was sad, and I was a little surprised, that he believed that the Chinese gave the Zambians a better deal than the Europeans. He particularly cited the lists of conditions attached to any aid provided by the European nations.

I dozed a little and closed my eyes when when breakfast arrived at 2.30 BST!

We landed at what was probably about 4 BST , 6 Ethiopian Time, 7 Zambian Time. My new Zambian friend was right - we had a three hour wait in Addis Ababa.

I decided to rest a little on the loungers thoughtfully provided in the departure lounges, rather than join the queue for getting to gates 4-8. (My flight was due to leave from gate8) This proved to be a mistake, although even a few minutes with my feet up was a delight. When I went to join the queue it was a lot longer and I noticed that movement was extremely slow. Fortunately before I reached the security check passengers for Lusaka were fast tracked.

It must be inherent guilt but I tend to get a bit flustered at a security scanner. Laptop out of bag, belt off, mobile and coins in the basket (how many baskets do I need, what needs to be put with what and the belt is running and my items are about to disappear!) This time I would not be allowed to proceed without taking off my watch – oh and yes, my shoes. I couldn't undo my laces – they had become knotted!! There is nothing like a security scanner to humiliate you!! This did its job!

Unusually from the boarding gate there was a view outside the airport into the town. I watched as a small flock of birds of prey hunted nearby – I couldn't identify them, but wanted to think they might be Steppe Eagles. I took a couple of photos for the blog.

I was surprised that at the boarding gate our cards were not scanned and we were not asked to board in any particular order. One of the staff said something like we had a different plane and it was free seating. I confirmed that we could sit anywhere and managed to find a window seat. The guy next to me thought that we would arrive in Lusaka at about 2pm. He understood that this flight went via Harare!

As usual on such occasions I could no longer keep my eyes open to enjoy the views as we crossed Africa. The pilot announced as we passed Mount Kilimanjaro – unfortunately I was on the wrong side of the plane. I must remember to get a seat on the right hand side of the plane for the return flight.

We arrived in Lusaka, without visiting Harare, on schedule at 12.30pm.

I was at the back of the plane and wanted to reduce my wait at immigration as much as possible by making my way up the plane. Eventually I retrieved my bags and as I headed to the front of the plane they opened the back doors. So unusually I found myself near the front of the queue at immigration, since I had very limited success towards the cockpit..

I was a little concerned that I hadn't had the opportunity to fill in an immigration form – would I be sent to the back of the queue!! In the event it wasn't a problem. On recent trips entry forms have been used to exit - maybe they have run out of forms!! I was asked to plant the fingers of my right hand on the machine – then asked for 50 dollars and my visa was issued with the customary 30 day permit without any further procedures. I was told that I could go to any relevant office where they would extend the permit for a further month - “without charge” ! I couldn't help wondering why he couldn't just give me a two month permit, if it was automatic. Still I cannot complain! If only Jennipher could obtain permission to enter the UK so easily!

Of course what determines your stay at Lusaka airport is not necessarily your time in immigration. I didn't find out who Malcolm was!! People have different ways of making their luggage stand out. Malcolm used a piece of A4 to write his name in bold capitals along with his cellphone number. Malcolm's cases circulated for what seemed like half an hour before mine came into view.

Best told me that the going rate for a taxi from the airport was 50 kwacha. Since his taxi used to do that run, I considered it good information. I didn't expect to achieve that price but thought 100 kwacha might be possible.

I wasn't surprised to be asked for 200 kwacha (£20) by the taxi driver, however I was surprised that he wasn't interested in bargaining. He asked me to check with others, who of course backed him. In the end I admitted defeat!! He showed me a list of prices to back his claim. (I wondered how many lists he had!!)

As usual at the Intercity bus station I had plenty of people wanting to help. I was told that I should get on the bus that was going “now now”! I told them that I was aware of what time now now was!! The Muzandu bus was not going for two hours. The next I knew my cases were being carried to the now now bus. The conductor admitted that now now was at 4pm (the time was just after 2pm.) I still expected the bus to be sitting there at 18hrs! With an effort I picked up my cases and headed back to Mazundu. My helpers reckoned that despite what I had been told I could catch a Shalom bus earlier. So again I watched as my cases shot off up the road. The 14.30 bus hadn't gone – and after some checks, the Shalom staff decided there was a seat available to Monze. At one point I looked down to see my cases had vanished. My helpers were quite amused by my shocked expression, because they had moved the bags just to the other side of me. The cases were once more on the heads of the guys helping me. I followed them around the side of the coach where there appeared to be the complete stock from a shop or warehouse!! I assumed that this was just sitting there waiting to be sold or collected. My cases were manoeuvred as close to the luggage doors of the bus as possible and the conductor eventually assured us that they would be loaded. My helpers seemed surprised (I hope by my generosity) when they each received 5 kwacha (about 50p) for their efforts. I waited until my bags were loaded. Another passenger, despite having still to wait for hers to get in, pressed the conductor to put mine in the locker.

It seemed to me that they were going to have difficulty finding any room for my cases let alone any of the other goods that by now I had decided were destined for the journey to Livingstone, but at least mine were on.

The bus was a little late leaving – no doubt due to amount of 'luggage'. Getting away from Lusaka is very slow. Vicious road humps slow the traffic dramatically around Chilanga and 'road improvements' means the bus is diverted in several places across country.

I was surprised to see a set of robots in Mazabuka, but they weren't working.

We arrived in Monze at about 18.30.Again I failed to get a reasonable price for the taxi and paid 15 kwacha (£1.50) for the short trip down the road. My taxi driver called after someone to remove my luggage from the bus. I was asked where it was and had an idea but was a bit vague. They opened the doors where there were many cases but mine wasn't there. I had a feeling that they were in the next locker, but when this was opened they couldn't be seen. It appeared that there was no option but to unpack the bus! Large boxes and bags were thrown out and eventually five or six foot inside the locker something that could be a case was spotted. After further excavation my bags were finally extracted. I apologised for all the work it entailed – though none of it was my doing!

When I arrived at the priest's house by the cathedral church there was no one about. Something was happening in the church and there were noises like pots and pans being washed but I couldn't rouse anyone. After a little while a guy who knew me welcomed me, sat me down in the lounge and moved my cases into one of the bedrooms. He reminded me that he was a seminarian who I met last year.

The place was lit by candles and it turned out that power had been off for 24 hours and the expected resumption at 18 hrs – now passed – had been revised to sometime tomorrow. The lack of power had affected the water supply both the mains and the church's borehole, from which only a day's supply can be stored. So the town was dark and without water when I arrived last night.

The priests – Fathers Kenan, Jackson and Clement eventually joined me and we had a candlelight supper.

I read a little – had a minimal rinse and settled down for the night.

I awoke at about 6 am to hear people about and light entering from the corridor. Yes it appeared that we again had power.

I turned over to go back to sleep but eventually decided to get up have a quick wash and shave and make my way to the church.

It was good to surround my journey with the prayer of the Catholic mass. I spotted a number of familiar faces amongst the congregation and was greeted afterwards by some of them.

It is always nice to be greeted by wide smiling faces and “you are most welcome”.

I was glad that I was able to have a couple of cups of tea with my breakfast, thanks to the resumption of power – they are part of my essential treats here in Zambia.

I haven't been able to use my Zamtel SIM since arriving in Zambia. I added some talk time and it was accepted, but I cannot make or receive calls. After breakfast I headed to the local Zamtel office to get help. I was told that the problem was that I hadn't registered the phone and SIM. After a return visit to get my passport, I signed a completed document and was told that my phone would be working later today – in the morning! It is now approaching 15hrs and still no luck!! I feel another visit coming on!!

Jennipher arrived at about midday and we talked a while – particularly about the need to sort out her documents. Selina finishes for Easter tomorrow and wanted to come to see me but Jennipher said no, she needs extra tuition as exams are approaching! Soloman wants me to finance his next business venture! There are still people going hungry and Jennipher has no mealie meal herself. Its lucky I am prepared for an expensive visit – at least mentally!!

On my way to Zamtel I spotted a strange sight. Incredible as it seems Monze has its very own set of robots – I will try to include a picture! And they are working!! Last night with no power the robots were not as easy to spot!!! I hope you will recognise them in the picture!

Well there is plenty to do. Communications are my top priority – phone and internet access.

Hopefully I will post this blog very soon.

Take care

Chris

Almost ready to depart

April 6^th

The days fly by as my departure time approaches. Tomorrow I will leave UK soil once again for another adventure in Africa.

In many ways I am ahead of schedule! My bags are packed – I have ¾ lb left for my toilet bag in one case - the other might have a couple of ounces spare! Dilys scales weigh to ¼ pound – I hope they are accurate! I might even have a pound or so in my hand luggage for the bits and pieces I will find in the next few hours!

Teddy and Raymond have been scouring Monze for somewhere for me to stay but so far have had no success. Fr. Kenan has always been most hospitable, so I will spend, at least, the initial night or two at the Priest's House. I have been warned that the priests have been practising at pool so I might have some serious competition this year.

Jennipher hasn't been very well and was referred to UTH (University Teaching Hospital, Lusaka) for treatment. I tried to call her earlier but the line was one way and she couldn't hear me. I have been busy preparing the case for her to visit the UK when I return in June. Our Liberal Democrat MP Martin Horwood has written a very good supporting letter. My first task in Zambia will be to complete an application for a visa with Jennipher – having obtained further supporting letters.

Easter is a wonderful time of year. It is a time of new life here in the UK. Blossom and flowers are brightening our world. In Zambia the rains are coming to an end and harvest time is fast approaching. It is a time of anticipation.

During the week I was informed that the flight schedules had been changed. Since I could still fly out at the same time and connect at Addis Ababa, I was relaxed about the changes. However new tickets hadn't arrived by Friday! I seem to have one or two problems with my e-mails at the moment – fortunately I have an alternative address and now have new tickets.

I was interested to note that the outward journey to Ethiopia was going to take nearly two hours longer than originally scheduled. It appeared that we were going to make an extra stop. Checking the flight details I was surprised that the plane is now flying to Rome! Fortunately it then progresses to Addis! On the whole I think this detour will prove better than an additional hour or two at Addis airport in the early hours.

About a week ago I lost a set of keys. This evening I realised that the small keys for the locks on my cases where on this ring. - panic over spares have been located!

I am looking forward to being back among my friends in Zambia. It is never easy but it can be so very rewarding. I have known many of the people for a number of years. It is good to see that some are progressing and making their way in life, but for many it is still a daily struggle to provide sufficient food for the family.

So as I prepare to leave please remember me in your prayers – I need a lot of guidance.

With love and prayers

Chris

Flights Arranged

March 19^th

Talking to friends during the past month many have asked when I was travelling back to Zambia and at least one suggested that he knew I was about to leave!

The only way to stop the speculation seemed to be to book some flights!!

In just under 3 weeks I will once again head back to my second home. This year in particular I find myself getting excited by the prospect.

I need to start to prepare! The 'travel nurse' had a vacancy about three days before I travel – a little bit tight!! Fortunately further research meant that on Monday I went through the list of necessary vaccines with the nurse and, to my surprise, I find that I am up to date and need no extra jabs this year.

My 'new' camera arrived this morning thanks to e-bay. I have settled for Kodak cameras (6 megapixels+) running on aa batteries with a proper viewfinder. (You cannot see screens in the Zambian sunlight!) These cameras have always been adequate for my needs and are suitable to leave with friends with a stock of rechargeable batteries and, (if I can find one) a solar powered battery charger.

My favourite flat in Monze currently has tenants, so I had a word with Teddy who is on the case to find me somewhere to stay.

In Chisamba I might be lucky enough to stay in the old storeroom next to the chicken house and the cattle drinking trough. It was at Easter a couple of years back that this was fitted out for me with a bed and desk! It is wonderfully peaceful and though basic caters for my needs.

Last week I attended a training session in London designed to help with applying for UK visas. It was geared towards business visitor visas, but there was some information that might help me with another application for Jennipher. I spoke to one of the senior lawyers after the session who said he was willing to look at Jennipher's case and provide some advice. This could prove very useful.

We have at last had some beautiful sunny weather here in England. It was good to get into the garden over the weekend and see the world waking up after the winter sleep. The pond has a large healthy clump of frogspawn and the forsythia is in bloom.

When our son Paul was married 3 years ago, we used some small daffodils as part of the table decoration. These, now planted in the garden, were the first to bloom in the garden. I like to work with God and nature in my garden – so I delight in plants many regard as weeds! The profusion of celandine in the back garden always marks the beginning of Spring for me. The acer's bare branches are beginning to transformation as leaf buds develop day by day.

In Zambia the rain has been falling for the past four months and will have turned the barren landscape into luscious tropical beauty. I will arrive at the end of the rainy season and should be still around as the crops start being harvested.

For the second time I will spend Easter in Zambia. I look forward to sharing this the holiest of Christian celebrations with my Zambian friends.

I will have plenty to keep me busy on this trip.

PIZZ school is doing well, but there are always plenty of challenges. Mawini passed her grade 12 exams with the highest marks of all students at Namwala High School. She is a credit to PIZZ school and hopes to gain a place to study medicine.

There is all sorts of activity at Kaliyangile from bees to pigs, guinea fowl to fish farming! Just getting to grips with the programme will be a challenge.

Best is currently in Solwezi were he is on his final placement at the High Court before his final exams in May.

Diven is still busy selling Boom! He moved to a new shop in the market – I can't wait to see how his business is progressing.

Jennipher rang me today to say she wasn't very well and had been referred to UTH for treatment. She thinks it is a recurrence of a previous problem – which hopefully will respond to the correct medication. A few prayers wouldn't go amiss.

Obert is doing well with his driving lessons and wants to pick me up from the airport! I will be interested to know how he is managing to drive with his artificial leg!

There is a new bishop elect for Monze - Moses Hamungole – he will be installed in May while I will still be in the country. He was born in Kafue - between Monze and Lusaka. The current bishop Emilio Patriarca is from Italy and the diocese has benefitted from the support of the Italian community. I hope this support will continue with the new bishop.

Well, I better look for some anti-malarial tablets and begin to collect the usual goodies I am expected to bring out – such as numerous bars of Wrights coal tar soap and bottles of oil of cloves.

I have received numerous donations for my suitcases – just as well I can take 2 x 23kg bags.

I will try to update as my departure approaches.

Best wishes

Chris

Reflections and preparation

6^th February 2014

Looking through my last blog I notice that I promised reflections on my last trip. Apologies for not fulfilling this promise.

A lot of time has passed since I arrived back in England. I have kept in regular touch with my friends in Zambia talking to several each week and keeping up to date with the current situation.

Last year's trip was too short, so I hope to make a longer visit this year. No dates have been set but I am thinking about making a return trip before very long.

The effect of last year's poor harvest is now being felt. Maize is in short supply so the prices have risen. An e-mail from Jennipher recently simply said that people were dying and asked for any help I could provide. Christmas gave me with the incentive to support a few of my friends and those who depend on them with a few Christmas presents – I am sure my family and friends will forgive me for diverting some of the resources they might otherwise have enjoyed. Our Christmas was dampened by the sudden death of Dilys sister on Christmas Eve.

I met with Martin Horwood, my Member of Parliament, to discuss the issues around the refusal of Jennipher's visa. He sympathised but seemed to hold out very little hope that a future application would succeed. Looking at the original refusal a couple of days ago I realised that is wasn't only Jennipher (or her “agent”) that were confused by the change in the kwacha. The refusal document correctly stated that Jennipher claimed to earn 20,000 ZMK a month (about £2.50) – why then did they expect her to have this income paid into a bank account!! They claimed that the exchange rate was 8.5 ZMK to the pound. In fact by this time the ZMK had been replaced by the ZMW and the rate they were quoting against the now obsolete ZMK should have been shown against the ZMW. The point I am making is that they can hardly refuse to accept that Jennipher could be confused by the currencies, when they too had become confused and mixed them up!

In the UK we have had a very wet winter with widespread flooding. `Few people are still denying that climate change is happening, yet our government still believes it is a good idea to extract yet more fossil fuels through fracking. This is bound to accelerate life on our planet to its final destruction.

At the moment climate change is causing major suffering for some of our citizens. In other parts of the world – such as Zambia - people are already dying from its effects. I hope that before it is too late those in power will take action. I believe that unless we stop determining our actions on the basis of money and think in terms of people there is little chance of solving the world's problems and in particular our biggest challenge which is climate change.

My time in Africa makes me realise that we are wasting so much of the world's resources – particularly its most wonderful and beautiful resource – its people. We should be ashamed that so many of the citizens of the world don't achieve even a small proportion of their potential. In Zambia many children will die before their 5^th birthday; a large percentage will receive no education; very few will obtain a university degree or a technical/professional training – what a waste!

I have made another attempt at writing another blog concentrating on the chance of heart I believe necessary. I am finding it difficult to make progress, but in essence I believe that we need to heed the message of the ghosts of Christmas and be converted in the same way as Scrooge. If we don't I doubt whether there is much of a future – the extreme weather events of the last year are a very small sample of what is to come in the very near future, unless significant changes happen.

In December the children of PIZZ school took their exams. 19 children passed their grade 9 exams but unless they are supported they will not be able to complete their secondary education. Given the chance these children could escape the cycle of poverty, but surely something is wrong with a world where children such as these depend on charitable donations in order to obtain a basic education. We need all the talent in the world to resolve the worlds problems, they certainly won't be solved by the few billionaires who have the same wealth as the 3,500,000,000 poorest people in the world.

Best is coming to the end of his university course. He has recently been on a placement in another part of the Country and is waiting for another. We need many more people like Best to be given the chance to reach their potential.

There is a lot of activity at Kaliyangile. The 450 new layers have started to produce eggs and the incubator helped produce some guinea fowl chicks. Some cows are pregnant which should soon lead to extra milk production. The piggery is awaiting a pregnant sow – swine fever permitting! A number of local people have joined 20 students on a bee-keeping course and soon the hives should have their new residents.

The rain was late this year but the pattern has generally been good leading to some optimism about this year's harvest.

I will try to bring some more details of life in Zambia over the next few weeks and will keep you updated about preparations for my next visit.

Chris

Safely Home

Tuesday 6th August

I am now home safely after an uneventful flight home.

On Thursday night I finished posting my blog and prepared my laptop which would be left for PIZZ school. The laptops they have both are suffering from some faults. One has a screen that doesn't function and the other has a couple of keys that are extremely difficult to use.

On Friday morning I went to the school to talk to more of the children being sponsored and to hand over the laptop. As always there was more to discuss and do than I had accounted for. We set the computer up with the local Skype account, I was offered a drink and some biscuits and by the time we were finished it was getting on towards 15hrs. I had already told a number of people that I would be available from lunchtime and the number of my phone calls was increasing.

My last day in Monze is always frantic and I have never managed to complete all the tasks and see all the people I want to. I am aware that there are people that I haven't seen at all on this visit and many others who I have only met briefly. I was aware that Fr Raphael was meeting me at 14 hrs, as was Obert's mum, Diven was calling around at lunchtime and I needed to return the dongle to Luke. As I said it was already approaching 15 hrs and I was a kilometre or so from the flat! Oh and I hadn't yet picked up my new shirt and the chitenge pieces for the African quilt!

So another very busy few hours were ahead. My flat was occupied by one or more of my friends until about 19hrs. At last I was free to make my 18 hrs appointment with Diven!

It has been a tradition for many years to sit in Tooters with a bottle or two, a meal and discuss all manner of issues with Diven. This would be the first and last time for this visit – but it was important that we had this opportunity. Diven has had a difficult time ever since his father died when he was about 11 years old. Unfortunately there is still a tradition here that the family of the man often claim his possessions when he dies. Diven's father was a farmer with some animals but Diven was left with nothing and has effectively had to fend for himself ever since. He told me that many of his school friends have not survived.

It is good to see see him looking so well these days. He struggles to earn enough to buy food. He often fails to raise enough for his rent or for clothes and shoes. It is hard for us to understand how fragile life is here for many. My friendship with Diven has given me an insight into a world that we are hardly aware exists. He does not ask for a lot, but as a friend I cannot see him without food or shelter – so when he is stuck, I see him through. Just to see him so happy more than makes up for my small contributions.

Diven's shop is slowly getting more stock – most of it still detergent paste. The owner had promised to install extra shelves, but these haven't materialised and I doubt whether they ever will. I still don't understand Diven's plan – it seems to revolve around the detergent paste, which he regards as his capital. I suppose it enables him to fill the shelves, whereas with most expensive products they would be half empty.

We chatted for a couple of hours before I returned home to start packing!

I decided to pack the bananas that Soloman gave me for Amy as they were, still attached to the stem. I would wait till Lusaka to remove them. I had been given a few presents for myself, Dilys and Deana. St. Veronica's Small Christian Community gave me two tee shirts marked with Our Lady of the Wayside on the back and having a picture of Our Lady on the front pocket – one for me and the other for Dilys. I feel a bit embarrassed that I always receive gifts such as this and I rarely think of suitable gifts to bring. I sometimes have photographs from the previous year but it is humbling to see the efforts made to ensure I go back with a gift. I was given two handmade bags and two bags of groundnuts by Catherine – for Dilys and Deana.

In addition I had bought some additional tee-shirts for our church, my usual mixture of baskets, bags etc. from the hospital project for orphaned children and a few pieces of chitenge material. I packed the items wondering whether I would be able to bring them all into the UK!

I had no scales but judged that neither case weighed more than 20kg (at least when the bananas were removed!)

I settled down for sleep at a little after 23 hrs – which is a early night for me.

I rose at about 7 am to sunshine. The past couple of days had been cool, cloudy and windy. I was told that there had even been rain in some parts of Zambia – something virtually unknown for August.

I had expected to see Jennipher on Friday and was surprised that she didn't appear. I was a little concerned in case something had happened – though it might have been that she was disappointed at not joining me and was finding a final visit difficult.

I had some breakfast, finished packing and headed past Tooters to engage a taxi. The guys here are waiting for any chance of a fare – these seem to be few are far apart. Someone offered to take me to the Tooters Roadhouse (Golden Pillow) – about 1 km - for 15 kwacha (just under £2). I agreed, but as I was about to step into the car, Selina called out and Jennipher also appeared. So I invited them to jump in with me . We fetched my luggage from the flat and eventually I found someone who would take my keys. We were all taken to the Roadhouse where I bought a ticket and chatted until the coach arrived. Our parting was more poignant because Jennipher should have been travelling with me. Maybe next year!!

The journey to Lusaka was not too bad. The diversion added best part of an hour to our schedule so the 9 hrs bus, which left Monze at 9.30 arrived at about 13 hrs. instead of 11.30 am.

As usual I was spotted by an eager taxi driver as the bus entered the Intercity Terminal. He claimed that he knew the Ndeke hotel and offered me a fair price of 30 kwacha. Having made the agreement I refused all other offers. The depot was very congested and the 80 metres to the parking spot took about 10 minutes. My driver took one case and I followed with the remaining luggage. He loaded the boot and we tried to set off. He was evidently not the most patient of guys and got cross with others trying to exit the car park, driving back and forwards to demonstrate his frustration. I wondered whether I had made a good choice!! Eventually he got onto the road and sped along in what I thought was probably the right direction. He guessed I might need transport to the airport. I guessed that his car would make it – I wasn't so sure about arriving without incident though. On balance I decided to risk it, if Best couldn't provide a taxi for me. So I took his number and promised to be in touch if my friend couldn't help.

We arrived safely at the Ndke hotel – not a place where I had previously stayed. Justina had arranged the reservation for a standard room, but I was offered an executive suite when I tried to check in. Fortunately a standard room was also available and I was very happy to settle for that!

I phoned Justina and she said she would meet me at the hotel in about two hours.

I had expected to be close to a shopping centre and the hotel I usually use. However, it seemed that I was a long way from my usual destination – in the midst of various embassies. There were no Internet facilities at the hotel so I asked the receptionist for directions. She told me to go out of another entrance near reception and I found myself at the shopping centre I knew so well! After a few more enquiries I found an Internet cafe. After 15 minutes I had almost managed to open the web page for checking in with Kenya airways. I decided to pay for another ½ hour and needed it!! The outcome was a couple of black and white boarding cards and the checking in process completed. Job Done!!

I had been concerned about bringing bananas and groundnuts to the UK so I attempted to check the regulations. Kenya Airways told me I could bring in 2 litres of wine or spirits which surprised me a little, but at least clarified that issue. They didn't however advise on other items. I went to the government websites and eventually downloaded a pamphet with details of items prohibited and restricted. I was able to bring in 2 kg of fruit and couldn't find any restrictions on nuts. So decided I would work on that basis,

I returned to the hotel and decided to wallow in a warm bath. I was about to relax when I realised that there was no plug!! Deciding not to let this go, I asked the guy on reception if he had any spare plugs – only to receive the response - “not today, maybe tomorrow” ! It reminded me of comments in a book I read about the African way of saying no! Apparently it is considered impolite to say no, or that you will not agree to something, so you provide an excuse to explain why it isn't currently possible. It was clear that I wouldn't get a plug – certainly not on the Sunday – probably never!!

I was about to return to my room when Justina arrived at reception. She is setting up an organisation to combat the growing problem of abortion in Zambia. I have been working with her and linking her with the Life organisation in the UK. She brought me up to date with their progress over a drink and I promised to get back to her with dates of a conference taking place soon in Uganda.

I asked about the nearest church and she showed me the way to Lusaka Cathedral, which was close. I have previously attended mass here but, as usual, couldn't have found it on my own. She left me to progress home and I returned to the hotel.

Undeterred by my failure to secure a plug, I returned to my room and once more had to make use of the medical kit! I have found the most valuable piece of medical equipment is the pair of scissors - always supplied. Most items these days are packed in plastic, so I found a piece of appropriate size and cut it to fit the plug hole!! At last I could wallow for a few minutes and relax in a warm bath!!

I read a little more of my novel and headed to the dining room for supper.

My stay in the hotel is part of a process of preparation for the jump to another world. I like to have a time on my own to reflect a little and think about the return. It is not a time for more nshima, so I plumped for potatoes with my fish. However, a Mosi is still very welcome. I finished with coffee and even treated myself to a South African brandy in the bar afterwards.

I turned the TV on briefly and found a sports channel. There are times when you are far from home when life becomes a bit surreal. I was watching some news clips when they reported on the cheese rolling event at Coopers Hill, a couple of miles from my home in Cheltenham!! Not something I was expecting in my Lusaka hotel room!!

I needed to move the surviving bananas to a bag and place them in my backpack for the journey home. I also made the final rearrangements to distribute the weight evenly between my two cases. Ready for the journey I turned in for an early night – tomorrow would be a long day.

I slept well. At 6 am I received another call to wish me a safe journey – I also had a couple of similar calls on the Saturday evening!! I turned over and re-awoke a little after 7 am.

I found that the dining room was set for breakfast. Most importantly tea was available – as was cornflakes and bread and jam. I helped myself and with no staff about assumed that this was probably included with the price of the room.

I enjoyed the early morning sun and read a bit before heading to the Cathedral for mass – which was advertised for 10.30. I collected my things and checked out – leaving my luggage in a storeroom by the reception desk.

I arrived at the Cathedral just after 10 am and could hear the singing and drumming – presumably from the vernacular mass. I decided to wander around the grounds and found myself at a grotto. This was a replica of the grotto in Lourdes which has been a very special place for me. It is interesting that all around the world people choose to use this as a model to create a place of prayer and peace. I wondered about the people who would be sitting in front of the actual grotto in Lourdes at that time - pilgrims visiting the place where the mother of Jesus Christ (our God) visited a young, poor peasant girl. A place of tremendous healing, but not, as many imagine, so much of physical healing, but more importantly of spiritual healing. A place where the sick and disabled are truly welcomed as being special in the eyes of God. I sat for a while in prayer.

I slowly toured the grounds and when I approached the church entrance again was surprised to hear the priest addressing the congregation in English. The service had reached the offertory and therefore had some way to run. The only conclusion I could make was that this was some form of combined service – perhaps starting at about 9 hrs. If there are special events – e.g. baptisms or confirmations it is common for the services to be combined into one longer event! I therefore decided to enter the church for the rest of the mass.

It continued – part in the local language and part in English. At the end the priest announced that he had banns to read for 8 couples. He called each person out to the front of the church in turn four couples were having a “white wedding” and the other four were having their marriages blessed. Eventually the formalities were completed and I left to return to the hotel.

Before lunch I relaxed with a Mosi in the now warm sunshine. As I finished my lunch the guy on the next table introduced himself and finding out my purpose in Zambia told me he too was involved in supporting children's projects. He worked for a Zambian NGO and gave me his details.

By this time my taxi was waiting and I hurried to collect my bags – discovering from the receptionist that I needed to settle my bill for breakfast!!

We survived the journey to the airport!! and I was dropped at the terminal more than 3 hours before take-off. I wanted to be early because on a previous occasion I had to queue for well over an hour. In the event I waited about half an hour before being able to drop my bags and then was through security and emigration in less than 30 mins. In the departure lounge I took advantage of the 2 litre allowance and picked up a couple of bottles of brandy. I read a little and decided to have a coffee. No sooner had I ordered it than it was announced that my flight was ready for boarding!!

I have never understood why at Lusaka airport you go through two sets of security. Everything is scanned before you get to the check-in desks and again before you board the plane. There is only one 'gate' at Lusaka airport. From here you walk to the plane and up the steps.

We left Lusaka 15-20 minutes before the scheduled take-off time before the setting sun at about 17 hrs. Some years back when I worked for Eagle Star Insurance Company I had the joy of an overnight trip to Greece – returning to work the following morning! When offered a drink I decided that I didn't fancy a beer or a short but settled on a gin and tonic – not a drink I usually have. However, it seemed to be ideal for the circumstances. Whenever I fly now, if I get the opportunity I have a g & t. The stewardess asked if I would like two and I thought it would be only right to accept.

It wasn't much later that the meal arrived and of course a drop of wine was appropriate – especially since I haven't tasted wine for a few weeks. When I was offered another bottle however I declined or I might not have negotiated the exit at Nairobi!!

We arrived at Nairobi having made up more time – despite having no time lost. I was not eager to rush off the plane because my 2 ½ hour time in transit had already grown to over 3 hours. At least I think so! It appeared that I was now and hour ahead of Zambia time and two ahead of BST.

I wondered around the airport with a smile on my face. I wasn't sure whether this was because I was amused by the comparison of the happy dark faces with the rather glum light ones (It has always struck me when I have been to very foreign parts how, once I return to an airport where I again meet up with the light faces of the Europeans and Americans, the faces seem so serious in comparison to those I have been living among.) or whether it was just a result the excess of alcohol that produced an inane grin!

I walked from end to end of the departure lounge and eventually found my way to the airport lounges. In the past I have sat in the Kenya Airways lounge. It seemed that on this occasion the lounge had been refurbished. When I showed my boarding pass however I was told that it wasn't open to me, but only business class passengers

By the time I found my way back to my boarding gate it was open. I therefore settled there until boarding commenced. Again we were on board in good time and took off before schedule. It was nearly midnight (Nairobi time) but after we were at cruising altitude we were offered another meal (same choice as from Lusaka). I wasn't sure that I was ready for another meal, but I seemed to have chosen the chicken instinctively. I couldn't cope with another bottle of wine but thought a small tot after supper might settle me down. Of course bottles of whisky also arrive in twos!!

I am not sure when I finished my supper. By this time I wasn't sure whether I was on Zambia, Kenya or UK time. I decide to try to sleep but with little success. At least I had my glass of whisky to keep me company throughout the night. I slept very little and finished my drink just before the lights came on for breakfast at 4 am BST.

We circled a couple of times and landed just after 6 am - about ½ hour before schedule.

I collected my bags without difficulty and headed for the green – nothing to declare – exit. It always seems deserted these days as you exit. This time however a guy appeared and asked me to accompany him into a side room. He asked me if I was aware of what I was allowed to bring into the UK and what my allowances were. I said that I believed I was. It became clear fairly early on that in fact the allowance for spirits had not been increased to 2 litres! Though he and his mate weren't too bothered that I had exceeded my allowance in this respect. I was asked where I had come from and what I had been up to in Zambia, where I stayed etc. Having decided that I was doing charity work with the church, they seemed quite sympathetic, however that didn't stop the officer from taking every item out of my cases and placing them on the table. When his mate saw my birds of South Africa he became quite excited. I confessed that I had very little time to watch birds this time, but recommended my other book on common birds of Zambia. We had a bit of a discussion about bananas and another colleague confirmed that they were fine as I only had about 2 kg. The nuts weren't a problem. It must have been about 15 – 20 minutes later that I had everything repacked and I was sent on my way – with a leaflet giving full details of the official rules!!

I met up with a couple of Australian ladies who wanted the Central bus station. I offered to accompany them and we agreed to get lost together. We were separated when I had to abandon my trolley and try to manhandle my luggage to the connecting train.

We met again a couple of times but when the signs became clear we made our way to the bus station separately.

I had told Dilys not to bother to come to the airport because it was so early and the bus service to Cheltenham is very good.

The sun had risen as we passed over Europe. The peaks of the alps showed in silhouette and the snow was just visible. When we reached the channel the sky was clear and Dover and Calais looked metres rather than miles apart.

It was overcast in London but mild. On the journey back there was a little drizzle but the driver said he was expecting heavy rain.

Barby picked me up at Cheltenham bus station and by just after 11 am I was again home.

I settled in and Dilys arrived home after 12 noon. I had a short siesta and caught up with Dilys.

Today we had a very pleasant day at Dingestow. I took the opportunity of catching up a little with David and Hands Around the World while Dilys and Cheyenne enjoyed the Gwent Wildlife open day.

I will post my reflections on my trip in the next few days.

Chris

Its not easy for a poor African to visit the UK

Thursday 1^st August

Time has once more run away.

It is almost a week since I posted the last blog and in 3 days I will already be on my way back to England! Unfortunately Jennipher will not be returning with me – she has again been refused a visa. This is a huge blow to her and I am devastated by the decision.

On Monday I met with Kai for a visit to PIZZ school. Kai is a representative of Global Giving - an organisation that promotes charities by giving them a platform on the Internet where individuals are encouraged to donate. PIZZ school is one of our projects that benefits from Global Giving's publicity.

We met Mrs. Sianga and a couple of the teachers to provide Kai with a bit of background information before seeing a series of sketches and hearing songs and poems by the students. AIDS was a prominent topic dealt with very openly by the children who are all affected by it in some way.

At the end of the performance Kai was presented with some pictures drawn by the children – I was impressed by their skills.

We returned to the office to discuss with the teachers some of the challenges and the achievements. It is very easy to identify the challenges and perhaps easy to become too weighed down to recognise the achievements made by the school. The results are improving year on year, but there is great concern about the children who have no prospects of a proper livelihood after finishing at the school.

The reality is that the current situation in Zambia is very difficult and prospects are not generally good. However, just to see the children performing with tremendous confidence in front of us demonstrated to me a great achievement. I doubt whether many who hadn't attended the school would either have the skills or the confidence needed. Even if these children don't immediately find jobs I believe they will have gained a lot from their experience and hopefully, if things improve and opportunities arise, they will move forward. A few will progress to complete their secondary education and some might even obtain degrees and professional qualifications. It would be wonderful if none of the talent was lost and all could fulfil their full potential – I dream that one day we will have a world were that is the norm.

We had a tour of the site taking in the vegetable garden and visiting the additional plot before moving on to have a brief look at the old school. This is in the midst of the compound, with no playground space and noise from nearby bars causing unwelcome distraction.

After the visit Kai headed straight back to Lusaka where he is based while in Zambia.

I returned to my flat to catch up on a few things. I contacted Jim on Skype and discussed the latest progress with the bee-keeping project at Kaliyangile.

Jennipher had told me that when she previously applied for the visa she was rung early and told to go straight to Lusaka to pick up her documents. I was hoping she would hear on Monday so that we could try to sort flights before I left early on Tuesday for Chisamba – assuming the result was positive. It seemed that this wouldn't happen and that it might be the end of the week before things were settled – with the associated problems. I was therefore surprised, when I finished my call with Jim, to find that there was an e-mail to say that the documents would be ready to collect within 24 hrs. It seemed that perhaps the miracle would happen after all. I had checked the Kenya airways flight the previous evening and found only on seat available – in business class!! I had decided that if was what it took we should go for it. However I couldn't go ahead until the decision was known. I asked David if he would contact the travel agent to see if they could find a seat and hold some flights for a day or so.

I decided I needed an early night. Jennipher was staying with a friend in Monze so that we could make an early start in the morning.

I was up by about 5.15 and by 6 hrs I had met up with Jennipher and we boarded a bus for Lusaka. I was surprised that no buses were outside Tooters when we approached – perhaps they left a little before 6 am. The bus we were on didn't look very hopeful, but it slowly progressed down the main road and headed in the direction of Lusaka. Most buses try to pick up fares wherever possible. They often leapfrog other buses to get to the next pick up first. Our bus wasn't in that sort of hurry! It moved fast enough on the open road, but seemed to find passengers at places where none seemed to be – at least when we arrived!! On several occasions we lost the driver and/or conductors for 10 minutes or more while passengers made their way, or livestock were loaded onto the trailer. So, despite the roadworks causing only minor hold-ups, the journey took us 4 ½ hours!

Still we should be at the British High Commission before 12 hrs - which I expected would be the critical time. (i.e. before lunch break!)

Jennipher was negotiating a price with the taxi driver and we were lead to his car. It is not a good sign when the engine is started – with much difficulty – using a strange device connected to a few wires under the dashboard!

So off we headed for the High Commission. Now my sense of direction isn't good but when we headed up Independence Avenue I was reassured. From memory most of the Embassies, courts etc. are to be found in this direction. I was less comfortable when at the first opportunity our driver made a left turn into a very congested road. Still he was the taxi driver wasn't he! My heart sank when he started asking people along the road the direction to the Intercontinental Hotel!! (Which Jennipher knew was close to our destination – as is the Supreme Court.) After several people pointed us in a variety of directions we eventually hit Independence Avenue a little further along the road and about 20 minutes later!! As we approached the Law Courts the engine stalled. The driver started the engine again and we managed another 20 metres before coming to another stop. It appeared that we had run out of petrol and were stranded in the middle of a section of dual carriageway just beyond a roundabout! I couldn't open my door – but in any event it was probably safer to clamber over the drivers seat to escape onto the central reservation!!

The final ¼ mile was done on foot!!

Surprisingly it was still only just after 11.30 when we arrived at the British High Commission building. There was a notice saying that passports could be collected between 14.00 and 14.30 and this was confirmed to Jennipher at the gate. So despite our 5 ½ journey we still had a further couple of hours to kill. We were directed to a restaurant and I was pleasantly surprised to find it was situated in some nice grounds with tables and benches outside. We had some fish, which was very good, and then relaxed in the garden – as best we could in view of the anticipation. I decided to check my mail to see if any progress had been made with flights and, if I am honest, to fill a little time. I was able to deal with a couple of e-mails but nothing on the flight front. I reflected that only a few years back dealing with correspondence in this way while sitting in a park would be the stuff of science fiction. (Many people of course would now be using their smart phones rather than a laptop with a dongle!!)

At 2 pm the doors were opened and Jennipher moved with the assembled group into the building. After about 15 minutes she emerged with a sealed package which we opened in anticipation.

I think I had convinced myself that the application would succeed. So when Jennipher found the rejection letter it was a huge blow.

When I came to Zambia this year I arrived at Lusaka without a visa. I completed an immigration entry form stating that I was visiting friends, that I was staying at Homecraft, Monze and stating how much money I could immediately obtain! The official placed a visa in my passport, stamped it and I handed him $50.

When Jennipher wanted to come to the UK she had to complete a complicated form – in English – using a computer and accessing the Internet. Anyone without computer skills is reliant on help. Anyone without any English is facing an extremely difficult task and is absolutely reliant on a third party.

The form is in a format that requires most boxes to be completed in order to move to the next section. Dependant upon the answers different fields appear and need to be completed. It appears that there is no scope to say that information isn't available or that the question is not applicable. In fact there are sometimes ways of indicating these things e.g. if you don't know parents birth dates you need to record them as 01/01/1900 – perhaps not immediately obvious – but if you locate the appropriate help icon it gives this information! The word 'none' might be acceptable in some circumstances – though not in others!

The answers cannot be changed after printing. So unless the applicant checks the form carefully on the computer they have to assume that their 'agent' has completed it correctly.

Perhaps this is part of a deliberate policy to select only those with a good education and perhaps a certain social standing – I hope not, but in effect that is what is happening.

With Jennipher's first application she relied on someone to assist her. He asked for details he clearly couldn't know – passport nos, dates etc. but completed the rest as he thought appropriate. For a reason unknown to Jennipher, he referred to her as a business woman rather than being unemployed and being confused by the new kwacha – as are most people in Zambia (and to some extent even myself!) he made the mistake of quoting her earnings as the equivalent of £2,500 a month. It was only when she saw the printed form that she saw these errors – by which time it was too late. The agent had found he could put that her business company or organisation was n/a. Unfortunately a phone number and e-mail address of her employer was an obligatory field and he filled in his own details!

The first refusal didn't include all these details and the application I completed only dealt with the problems with the currency. Now they had two applications one with Jennipher as a wealthy business woman and the other as poor, unemployed and surviving from what she grew and the few animals she kept. Their conclusion is that she is lying. In fact her offence is that she is a poor Zambian who was let down by someone trying to complete a complex form on her behalf in the way he thought best and with the misunderstanding that Jennipher would be able to correct any mistakes during an interview.

Although to some extent the decision is understandable the fact that I completed the form myself on her behalf, that I carried it 5,000 miles and intended to book her on my flight to the UK might have suggested that my invitation for a three week holiday was serious. Remember the evidence I produced for my visit to Zambia – I am glad I didn't have an eleven page form to complete in Chitonga!!

The decision has been made and it won't be changed. I hope there will be another opportunity – perhaps next year. It will take a lot of work to ensure that concerns expressed in the rejection letter are fully addressed.

In the meantime I am considering asking a few questions about the percentage of successful applications from poor Africans. In summing up the reason for refusal the entry clearance officer uses the phrase that “I am not satisfied that a visit to the UK for 3 weeks is commensurate with your economic or social circumstances.” I also want to know what this means. I was told that a poor African has no chance to get a visa to visit the UK – is this what is meant?

I would argue that the chances are that a person with adequate means is more likely to overstay because they would be able to support themselves in the short term. Someone like Jennipher would find it very difficult.

It was 6 pm and dark when I reached Chisamba.

I met briefly with Moses and Persis at the Guest House in the evening.

Kai arrived just after 8 am yesterday. Kaliyangile is different in many ways to PIZZ School. It has about 10 Hectares of land, a lot of chickens, some cows etc. The project was described together with a bit of the history. Moses, Patrick and Dr Nkata represented the management committee and discussed the project with Kai as they toured the site and was shown the buildings, equipment and activities. The tour finished with myself, Kai and the three committee members planting orange trees for the orchard – all of course recorded for posterity.

We called back to the room being used by the tailors. There was now a class busy cutting material for children's dresses. Earlier they had been disbursed in the grounds on other activities.

Moses persuaded Kai to visit his farm and set up his Skype account and he was happy to help. So we found our way to Kalilele Farm. Kai did the business with Skype and Moses showed us some of his business including a fish pond, a large bed of strawberries (we were given samples!) and a shed were his assistant was growing oyster mushrooms! Not exactly what I would have expected from a Zambian farm.

I was given a lift back to Lusaka and Kai joined me in the back of the car to talk about Hands Around the World and my role. We also shared a little about our lives. Kai has a Japanese passport but has lived in a variety of places including studying for 18 months in Lusaka where his parents still live. He is currently studying in Germany. It was good to get to know him, if only briefly – he will probably see some of the people from the two projects on 16^th August, when he is running a workshop on using the Internet to promote your organisation.

Despite leaving Chisamba at about lunchtime, it was after 18 hrs when I reached Monze yesterday.

Soon after getting home the power went off for a couple of hours. I reflected on the difference between seeing the cup half empty or half full! After a long journey the last thing you want to be greeted by is no power to see or cook by! However, when I arrived home I put the kettle on immediately and the power went off just after it boiled! In the past when I have had no power I have cut up suitable vegetables and made a coleslaw. When I looked in the fridge I found cabbage, carrots, capsicum, tomatoes and a few spring onions. When I had finished I also had enough for another meal this evening. A bit of bread and an egg and some mayonnaise added to the vegetables completed what was a very acceptable meal.

With the power off I decided to abandon the computer and spend a hour or so reading a few more chapters of my crime thriller – I am not sure I will finish it before leaving Monze.

Apologies for the length of the blog, but the laptop is due to pass into new ownership tomorrow so my ability to continue the story will be severely limited for the next few days.

This morning I attempted to meet with Joseph at HHI and get some more cash from the ATM. Joseph was out at the bank – not mine! The ATM was not in operation so I chose to return home and book myself a hotel room. The hotel was full Saturday night! I phoned Justina and asked if she could suggest somewhere and she agreed to check once she was back in Lusaka. I visited Diven and was surprised to find him at his shop – he told me he has purchased yet more detergent paste! My phone rang as I entered his shop. It was Justina who was at Tooters. I said I would see her at Homecraft in five minutes. 10 minutes later I was home, but no Justina. I waited a further few minutes and rang her. She was still at Tooters so I said I would find her! We were obviously playing hide and seek! A couple of calls later confirmed that we were both at Tooters but somehow not within sight of each other. When she told me she was on the bus going to Lusaka it was a bit easier to meet. Jennipher found us and we were in mid-conversation when the driver started the engine and Justina left us abruptly. We shall meet on Saturday!

Soloman was with Jennipher, unfortunately he was attacked yesterday and had to visit the hospital. I am not sure what is happening in Pemba. My experience is that Zambia is a relatively peaceful place. I certainly feel safer here than in Cheltenham on a Friday night!!

They came back and Soloman was introduced to my onion and tomato sandwiches! They seem to be quite popular!! It was almost 14 hrs when I set off for my 2 pm appointment at Manungu – for the second time I resorted to a taxi because it would take too long to walk.

I was there to meet some of the students who are supported by the parishioners at St. Gregory's church. Most students were at school but Mutinta, Elizabeth and Nelson met me along with Annie the mother of Gift who is also supported. None of the children would be able to attend school without our support. I like to get to know the children a little. I ask them a little about their schools and themselves and then try to give them some information about me and my life – encouraging them to ask me questions. Nelson was the one with the clearest view of what he hoped to do as a career. He hopes to be a lawyer. I was able to tell him about meeting Best some years back. He had the same idea and will soon achieve his ambition.

I hurried back picking up money from the now working ATM. Joseph is now in Livingstone and will return Monday, or maybe tomorrow! On my way back a strap on my sandal broke – the third time during this visit.

Precious was my first visitor – soon after I got back, Jennipher then joined us but agreed to get my sandal mended. When she returned Precious left and, after a while, Raymond rang to say he was outside. Somehow Raymond is always aware if I have a visitor!

Raymond stayed for supper – which I improvised from what I had left in the house! We had a little rice and sweet potato together with the remains of yesterday's coleslaw and an omelette which I must say turned out very well.

At 8pm I was ready to start work on the computer – still more to do and it is 12 23!!

It might be when I am am back home in the UK that the next instalment arrives.

Chris