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We stopped by the post office in Harare, and I noticed some subscriptions requests to the Good News magazine, along with numerous sympathy cards for Mike Mukarati on the death of Primrose. He was moved by the encouragement from so many worldwide. He passes on his thanks to all.
Michelle and I had dinner with Mike, Mabasa Chichaya and his wife Chisomo and baby Crystal. We had a good discussion of the needs in the country, and establishing account ...
Mabasa Chichaia had a flat tire on his way to Harare, so he called and had Mike Mukarati pick us up from the Hotel to bring us to church.
Church was set for 11 am since the members are mostly in other cities. A big problem and expense for most. Some took a bus for up to 5 hours to get there. Not many live in Harare, and it is not technically at the center of Zimbabwe, but all the roads lead to the capital, so for group meetings it is best. ...
Friday morning we drove to the airport without incident, except somewhere along the way a hubcap fell off so we had to pay for that when turning the car in. Such is life. :-(
The flight on British airlines was uneventful, thankfully, and we arrived in Zambia at about 2 pm. We took the $25 taxi ride to the Holiday Inn in the capital city of Harare. This was our second "point breaks" hotel, (of only 4 in all ...
... Alice and Liam finally striked a deal with the bar tenders cousin to take them to Greater Zimbabwe, a ruins set around 250km away. Rach and I were more then happy we had something planned for the day. Rach and I are very alike when it comes to ancient ruins, temples and churches. Get bored easily! At 9:20am we met with our Antelope representative who took us to the volunteers block. Here we saw Moya the mongoose again and met with Dan who explained what we would be ...
... Broken dreams past unfinished and imperfect as time stood still. 5.44am. I awoke from another short sleeping interlude from the colds fierce breath. The sleeping bag had once again slipped away into oblivion leaving my body exposed to the bitter fatigue. I rose from the clutches of our tented cocoon to be greeted by the early morning sunlight, piercing the skin with vanilla scented daggers. I looked back to see Jess, her eyes resting with the nights sleep drying in ...