day 33

For one day on Wednesday I was “illegal”. My business trip visa had run out and I only got my proper work permit on Thursday. It had been ready in Lusaka (the capital city) for a while, but we couldn’t pick it up any earlier.

Mr. Grove, a senior missionary and experienced pilot, took me and another volunteer from the school there in a small Piper airplane.

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day 31

My bad memory/scatterbrainedness is getting me in trouble every once in a while. This morning I forgot the milk on the stove. Mrs. Kamanga caught it before it had all boiled over. Not to bad, compared to when I nearly burned my flat in England.

I am thankful for the dorm parents in such situations, but at other times I am not so thankful…

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day 28

I recently got a haircut. I went to a small barber shop in Chingola and paid 20.000 Kwacha for it, which is €3.08/£2.61/$4.17. In comparison: I had to pay 32.000 Kwacha for a pair of batteries for my torch. A few days later the students asked me about where I had my hair cut and how much it cost and I told them. They laughed at me and said that they get a machine haircut for 7.000 Kwacha. This gave me a good idea of how cheap labour is here. Most products are expensive here. Even food often has equal or higher prices compared to the prices in Europe.

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day 25

It is February now. We still have rainshowers nearly every day. And we have power cuts nearly every day. Sometimes they can be a bit annoying, like when the older boys are watching a movie and the generator is turned off at exactly 9 o`clock. But in general they are not a problem for us.

The food supply can be more of a problem. Recently we didn’t have any milk for two days. I don’t envy Julia Wittmann, who is in charge of the kitchen. The dairy company, bakery and chicken farm who supply us don’t seem very reliable.

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