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The agent was busy but very friendly nonetheless. He informed me that my flight from Louisville to D.C. would be delayed about an hour. This would give me hardly any time to get to the other terminal and make the connection. I could stay in town another day or get on the flight anyway. If I missed the connection, (which I most assuredly would) then the airline would pay for a hotel in D.C. Naturally, my mind said, “Free vacay in D.C.!” Everyone on my flight to D.C. had to rush for a connection. The steward asked that we let those with connections go first. Of course I let the others go ahead and was very leisurely in my deplaning . Once in the terminal, I wanted caffeine and got a very interesting ‘Cubano’. My stomach rumbled, and I got a burger at 5 Guys. Multiple announcements came over the PA for some passenger to report to thus and so. I paid no attention because the name was nowhere close to mine, and I didn’t hear anything about Johannesburg. Maybe it was because the lady had an Asian accent? The Guest Services desk gave me a voucher for the Hilton and $15 worth of food. Score! Unfortunately I didn’t have time to see all the monuments, but decided it would be best to get to the airport with plenty of time. Thank God I did! I walked up to the South African ticket counter, and they wanted $250 in rebooking fees! They said the plane waited 30 minutes for me and they kept paging. Why would they wait 30 minutes? After an hour of inter-airline beaurocracy, a very nice American Airline lady rebooked me. Serves me right! Moral of the story – don’t try to get freebies, and be very, very nice to those in customer service. #2 I hate planes! The thrill of takeoff and landing never gets stale, but sleep does not happen for those over six foot. I walked off of the steps and followed the train of people along the tarmac. Zambian customs was pretty painless. Expecting to be assaulted by people wanting to carry my bags, I completely ignored Danny. He is the courier for Beit CURE hospital and was there to pick me up. He kept saying something and I kept saying, “No, no that’s OK.” His words finally registered and I apologized profusely. I got my bags, and we heaved them into the back of the hospital’s Toyota/emergency squad. We both walked to the right side of the vehicle, and then I remembered that Zambia is a former British colony. Danny mentioned that a lot of people do that, as he hopped into the driver’s seat. I mimed shifting with my left hand and asked, “Is the clutch on the left or right?” #3 I went to bed at about 11pm local time, and slept well. I was only mildly tired the next morning. Everyone expected me to have jet lag, but I felt fine. Dr. Lastoni let me scrub on some club foot cases. It’s been a while since I reviewed the anatomy of the foot, and I felt a bit lost- such and such angle of equinus and et cetera. The surgeries wrapped up about noon and I went on rounds with Mubazi. Again, I felt lost because most of the patients spoke in Nenja. I still wasn’t extremely tired, but decided to take a nap as all the work was done. This nap turned from an hour to four. I was up a few hours, then went to
It begins normally with two pumps. Why not pressurize it too? Thoughts? #5 I decided to run today. I had a lotion bomb in one bag. I moved to the dirt path ten or twenty meters off of the road. and Holy Spirit. I understood why most of the people were walking over there. The most respectful way is to bow and clasp your hands in front of you. “What a crazy mizungo!?” #6 The traditional handshake in Zambia is very interesting. Apparently they are the only ones who train. Everyone claps three times after the minister says. I thought it was kind of amusing –and even pinched my nose playfully at one driver. Of course I knew that liquids expand at 40. it switches back to normal for one last pump. I playfully juked and stole the ball. Finally. Where should I go? I decided to turn right out of the compound and follow the road. I could see them thinking. I saw a six year old boy ahead. sometimes including a soft clap. The next day. It was busy –a lot of cars and a lot of people walking.000 feet. but that little bit made quite a difference. The health benefits were canceling each other out. allowing it to expand the semi-collapsed bottle)? Also. Last. “in the name of the Father. He was juggling small red ball. I wonder if squeezing the excess air out of the bottle would have changed anything (i. I had to dodge guys barreling down the hill on bikes with no brakes. Several people asked me if I was a footballer. It could have been much worse. covering my deodorant and contact solution in Slime de Aveeno. It began to feel like I had smoked a pack of cigarettes for every half a mile I ran. Maybe I’m just catching up on a sleep deficit from before this trip? Or maybe I just didn’t feel guilty about being so lazy? #4 Unpacking my suitcase was interesting. Did I THINK about that when packing? No.sleep again.a total of 16 hours. It was very odd to me because it resembles a “ghetto” hand-shake. It got old after two miles. they must heat the cargo bay (otherwise there would be signs of freezing). but then gained popularity. Next. Son. and figuring out how to explain “ghetto” became an awkward conversation. This nuance came up with one of the Zambians. This way is used in church to show reverence to God.e. and hands are clasped so both sets of knuckles are facing up. Thank God I packed the liquids in grocery bags. The car fumes weren’t too bad at first. the grip swivels. I shot a grin over my shoulder as I kicked the ball back. I slept about as much. Even the rare diesel truck with a billowing black tail didn’t bother me. As I ran up. Wow! The path wasn’t as easy to run. A few older girls with the boy smiled back. This started as a greeting when one’s hands were dirty.” . The younger guys bump fists. Friday.
I have been listening to sermons by Andy Stanley and Timothy Keller at night when I have trouble sleeping (yeah. wasn’t Daniel encouraged to pray in his room? Didn’t Jesus admonish the Pharisees for praying on the street corner? I also realize that my view is still focused on ME and what I think about others perceptions. to put it mildly. and body paint – all in green. I was wondering why not just have a game of penalty kicks. It kept going after countless close calls.” Honestly.#7 The reason I am here is to learn ministry in healthcare. The game proceeded to penalty kicks after about seven overtime periods. The conviction I have is to really get involved and pray with the patients. Sunday came and I went to church. some of the boys powdered their faces white. It is sooo much more fun to watch football with people! Although. Men wore getup that included hardhats. There was this white Zambian lady talking some serious smack about football (soccer). and then they would give you $4 of drink/food. In some respects it should be easier than in the US because it is a explicitly Christian hospital. the blasts of three voovoozelas and multiple whistles quickly overwhelmed the small space. Two sides of the bar were open. I first heard the voovoozela in person when Danny was taking me back from the airport. now I have trouble sleeping!). “Zambia won!” There was a bit of excitement. It seemed similar to European football banter and I tuned it out. I don’t like the “look at me!” feeling I get when praying in public. Stretch out your hand to perform signs and wonders in the name of Jesus. It would be much simpler. Oddly. Each person had to pay about $4 upfront to get in. Prayer is a very private. At this point. Zambia was in the final match for the Africa Cup of Nations. red. The cars and trucks sported Zambia team flags on their hoods. They were playing Cote de’ Ivoire on Sunday night. Weren’t the disciples encouraged to heal and cast out demons in Jesus name? Did they do that in a closet? My next step is to get to know the patients. I feel weird praying with patients. Later. It is much easier to pray for someone you know. When we landed. My first night in Zambia was filled with those initially amusing buzzing blasts. personal thing for me. . After all. The game started at 09:30. he announced. We drove the workers home and then went to his pub. The flight was uneventful until the pilot announced the score of some game. It looked like a normal NFL Sunday to me! The pub we were in was high-end. Against all odds. Stanley had this prayer in his last sermon: “Enable me to speak your word with great boldness. and asdfas. It seemed odd that the pastor prayed that no one would die that night. # I remember getting on the bus that was taking us to the plane to Zambia. dresses. Danny picked me up from the hospital. Apparently that weeded out a lot of people. I learned a lot over the next four days. with rows of plastic chairs lined under the canopy. Everyone in the country was a fanatic that night.
Flash forward to today.” he stated. including down my back. Danny and I sensed we should take off at about the same time. A raucous mass surrounded it. One doctor will rip out the fibula for facial reconstruction. He told us that a young boy died after the last match after jumping onto a moving truck. we’re done! Not quite. Here we go again. “Close the car. Everyone was whipped into a frenzy by an almost invisible hand. He wanted to leave before it got too crazy. The only difference between Zambian and Ohio State football fans is the crazy African driving! # I shouldn’t have worn flip-flops. and then let a third year put the muscles back together. The man didn’t seem to mind too much. # There is nothing like jumping on a plane. Finally. “It’s best to leave them behind. harvest a . we came upon a crowd filling the road. Right now I’m staring at multiple small. …. and he started yelling. expecting to operate. He sped ahead and took a pock-marked road much faster than usual. Beer and drink went everywhere. another Ivory Coast man missed! And the Zambian followed. and a wry thought came. and the passenger in the backseat started yelling back. but yet running toward absolute silliness. We rolled up the windows just as people started banging on the car. chanting. At least it hadn’t rained recently. It’s a natural habit when back home. Great. It seemed that a crowd’s happiness and euphoria could have bipolar swings. filling the street. Wow! The star Ivory Coast player was blocked by Mweene. Up ahead there was a car with the hazards lights blinking. Somehow he got to rekick it and made it. Now I have malaria. Again. and then being downgraded to third year medical student status. “Zambia!” I remembered the pastor’s words. He drove a bit faster over the many potholes and barley let off the horn. Danny slowed and tried to pass using what little room we had. The next Zambian scored! Finally. Apparently most of the deaths are from crazy driving.” he said. I was walking to the pub for the game and was thankful. I guess doctors around the world are all the same. We waved to everyone we passed. itchy welts on my feet. but the dirt streets reminded me that this wasn’t home.The second player up for the Ivory Coast missed and the place went wild. Danny drug me by the hand toward the door. I said a short prayer. My mind jumped to hookworm and other things I might have forgotten from 2nd year. The driver opened his door into us just at the wrong time.And then five more rounds of kicks. The driver suddenly remembered that he should probably start being mad about this too. Danny was very happy too. The happiness was contagious. Danny yelled at him to get out of the way.
there are many languages other than English . Pray that I learn how to fit well in the team and compliment the ministry here. The current question is how fast it will take to gain Dr. and maybe bring in an applicable journal article. We were taking a steel plate off of the ankle bone because it was infected. but I thought most of my patients would know English. Dr. and irrigate when appropriate. Unfortunately. Another doc will think you would be delighted to hold retractors and cut suture. which are the most prevalent. and the poor kids from the compound* joined me. and know when to be assertive. I saw a bad sign today. I read the textbook chapter on club feet in order to compensate. The process is intended to gain your upper level’s respect gradually. you read text books about the next day’s procedures. you either ask to suture. it amuses me that I catch myself speaking English with an African accent. I knew that there would be several tribal languages. Bemba. drill. you scrub with someone else. L’s trust. Last. How can I learn a language if I don’t even know which one is being spoken?! I have learned some Nenja and Bemba. The screws in the plate were facing me. and Lozi. 1dsafga In Zambia. or something similar. “Bueno” means good –and I assume there are other cognates I have missed. Basically I’m lost. First you behave –hold retractors. If it takes too long. So far I’ve bombed on some fairly easy “PIMPing” questions on orthopedics (PIMPing stands for Put me In My Place and is a traditional teaching method).skin graft. Please pray that I maintain a good attitude. L is the latter. I kept running at the same speed for a while. The only way it would have been worse is if he asked me to switch sides of the table with him. I held my hand there ready to take the screwdriver. if possible. be patient. Musale bueno! asdfgasgf I received further validation for the title of this blog. Dr. Nenja. Then I . In any case. suction. I tried to figure out how they conjugated verbs and got frustrated. I was under the impression that most missionary docs were in the first group. Instead. cut suture. Sometimes you politely ask/gesture to the scrub tech for the next tool to be used. Katey F.Tonga. When you are off. L reached over the patient and backhanded the screws out himself. and takes various amounts of time depending on the doc and how many residents are there. I went running again at the Olympic Youth Development Center. You learn how to adapt to these guys throughout medical school. Then you gradually do more without being asked pick up the Bovie cautery. How you do it!? It seems that some Portuguese has leaked through. It will be very frustrating if this is how the whole month will go. and pay close attention to new procedures. I was fairly surprised when one of them called me “Drago” and held up his dukes. they were in a better ergonomic position for me to remove. and sew it in place. therefore.
I am white and wealthy. We play fought a bit and then I started doing one of the Tae Kwon Do forms. After all.” They were getting me going all right. I’m still not sure what good shaming would have done. They had never heard of Jujitsu. They were 12 year old girls – so the word to stride ratio was about 200. they had just hit puberty. Pretty soon I would have to start my own bus service! I went again a few days later. but that it was OK to prod a man in this manner –even as a joke.” Really? Does that mean what I think? I thought for a second and just kept running -really stimulating conversation. They bet that I wouldn’t shame them. “You! Shutup!” They weren’t as surprised as I hoped. but they simmered down for a few laps. I think they were a big surprised. I remembered that they always managed to do a Kegel exercise with their cheeks when we passed one of the coaches. but also made me angry. ** The “transport” is the public bus. dirty things to your olda brotha!? You have NO respect! Go home! All of you!” In Zambian culture. One had the cojones to say. Second. they had just hit puberty! In retrospect. although I still feel bad. All I had to do was scold them within earshot of a coach. I learned later that I could have shamed them. This time a gaggle of 12 year-old girls ran with me. Prod Shutup I poked at one of them * The “compound” is the poor people’s neighborhood and a “yard” is a rich person’s house/compound. I think some part of their pituitary ruled brains wanted me to be complicit. Afterward. They would get bored if I starved the situation of any stimulation. so I showed them a bit of that. there is a very strong sense of respecting anyone older than you. Steps later their collective heads figured out some more English. . “I want your beeg hard right now. First of all. They need prayer and strong parenting. I’m indebted to our public schools for that. The kids do know some martial arts as they take Tae Kwon Do classes at the center. It was funny in one since. “You are Rocky!” He laughed as curled his hands over his head in mock protection. Even though it was a joke. “I want to have your babies!” I ignored it as they giggled and went back to Neeyanja. I ignored it. but it didn’t stop. “Why are you saying such evil. I knew pretty much all there was when I was their age. One or two of them ask me for money for transport** each time I go. “I want to hook. At one point I had had enough. Halfway around the track one of them exclaimed in English. One made another comment and I poked her.sprinted at him and said. The problem wasn’t the knowledge. It’s easy to say no because I don’t take any money with me. It was very sad on many levels. I have this premonition that I will be mobbed even more if I give one of them money.
They all marched in in uniform and sat in honorary seats up front. said that they make small cuts in the forehead for some reason –inadvertently spreading HIV. I was that doctor. but it’s really not a conversation I want to have in front of half a dozen strangers. Of course that wasn’t the right thing to say. He was right in general. but it’s just anatomy to me. and that emotion waxes and wanes. even though she wished to be polite and not interrupt. We went on rounds later that afternoon. Dr. Of course. Maybe I’m not sensitive to it. I made some comment about how it was probably worse in the US. He himself wore a slightly oversized. Women flop’em out any old time the kid is hungry. I was talking in the theatre* about some evil Congolese dancer with ties to witch doctors. and I know my previous experience that day significantly colored my perceptions. Apparently it could be some demonic talisman. We were in church last week and all the Sunday school teachers renewed their vows to teach the children in the proper way. but he was implying that I had some huge problem lusting after women on TV and those right in front of me . there are many areas that I need to work on. and then scolded the nurse for not being present when she went to do it. and I’ve seen some possible evidence of it. It seemed to say. That day Dr. My desensitization comment led him to ask how close I felt to the Lord (which apparently isn’t as intimate of a question as in the US). He went on about her suggestive dance and attire. one of the German girls.” I know a lot of this is cultural. funky cross suspended over his tie.which wasn’t my point at all. and I was somewhat desensitized to that sort of thing on TV and elsewhere. I’m sure he didn’t mean it this way. which is scary.Spiritual I have always heard that Africa is a very spiritual place. Public shaming is more accepted here. but med school sets up some mental barrier. and he chided her for not knowing what it symbolized. It would have been a problem before med school. One gentleman apparently . “This is the proper way to do things. Later in the service. I’m sure it would still be a problem for some guys. He admonished one of the new nurses for not introducing herself. pretty much all of us males have struggled with it in some form. Marie. That sent him into a tirade about looking away and how he’s had victory over it. The odd thing is the view of breastfeeding in public. the pastor called them up front. One lady with a bad hip had a first degree burn from incorrectly applied electrical stimulation. He asked for something to be done. Honestly I haven’t seen or felt any evil while here. Of course. but the following lecture felt very judgmental. I explained that it wasn’t what it was a few years ago when I had an amazing spiritual experience. One of the nurses wore a very simple pendant on a chain. Most women in the US are very careful to cover when breastfeeding. Here. There are witch doctors here. breasts are for the babies. I was too honest. I will say that subsequent interactions with him have been much better.
Turn those pockets inside out!" Dr. Thank God my nose acclamated after ventilAtion and desensitization. don't make me shout. Four pieces gave me a wad about the size of a ear plug. The big buses are better if one can get a seat in the back or front. I wish I had earplugs!! Desperate times call for desperate measures. One lady said that these people aren’t stigmatized. The buses go an aggravating 42mph on average . and my measures were probably strange even by African standards. Your legs dont lose feeling when they arent constrained by the seat in front. The minibuses dont have that luxery. Although. I haven't seen this on any of them anywhere. S told me to pick the bus line as it was the only one with food leg room. Then she collected money. Oh. It was a street style preaching in Bemba or Neeyanja. Yeah. I think it was my mood.with no leg room. It got worse as the bus filled up . She went on for about 20min. I picked my seat the day before .. I was annoyed at myself because I was annoyed. Transport 2 African transport is frustrating to a westerner. like the whole bus was their audience. Soft. at the very least. About an hour in. One old lady stood as we were leaving.. and a goat (I am not exagerating at all. a minibus is a bit bigger . They at least took the edge off. I was getting a headache in my my left ear when my right started. Even so. The worse part is the volume. Transport 2 The bus to livingston is 40 versus 300 to fly . The bus stops in Africa are filthy.. I was wondering why they didn't start a movie. In the end. When one gets an estimated time from an African.. Why did I jinx myself? They started a movie.then Blaring! I wish charter buses had volume controls at each speaker. I was impressed. one has to double or triple it. Trash is all over and the rubbish bins are unused. And for perspective. I don’t think a church in the US would have any members if shaming was a regular practice. I rolled it on my jeans to dry it and take out some of the tackiness. The bus looked nice -a normal charter bus. six hours more.soft. it smelled like a few cans of air freshener were used to mask the regular ambiance of BO.doing so based on the anticipated leg room and proximity of the tv screen.. The group of men behind became very animated .sat in the wrong chair –not in one of the honorary ones. Nonetheless. I had gum in my mouth. I had something similar to those waxy underwater earplugs for kids. but cynical me conjured up the image of my childhood friend doing an impression of some old radio announcer. but then let them back in if they repent in front of the whole congregation. that was an understatement. I was thinking of donating my personal supply. I heard before Ieft that African time is more relaxed.constantly. especially when they are crammed with 22 people. but seemingly worth it. He was not joking.so I didnt cringe everytime some actress screamed for no reason or everytime the men told some raccous story. I'm sure things like this are cultural. apparently deodorant is too expensive here. church discipline as a whole might be more effective than back home. They do kick people out. The minister very loudly chastised him and asked if he took the dedication seriously. as in this small case (this was validated by another African pastor).and it must have been bad because I have a notoriously bad nose. Sometimes people in authority take their power too far. 3 chickens...what looked like a very cheesy local thing with subtitles too far away to read. "Don't make me holler. Nice..
all dangling from somebody's arm. You are done at that speed. It was full only pat of the time. I dont know how any one could fit there anyway. especially when the ambulance takes an hour. It didnt leave until 830. One didnt come after waiting a half hour. but maybe I could have helped in a big way. This. wigs. with a stern look. When asking for directions. is mostly prevalent downtown and especially near the bus stations. It feels like someone will be nice to you only if you reward them monetarily. Or so I thought. I tried to buy someones seat in the front. I'm white. Mu feet stretched down the middle aisle and I had two seats on either side. One is to always look intimidating by standing tall with a somewhat puffed out chest. which can take 45 minutes. I didnt want to screw up my travel plans. Selling It's amazing the things people sell. I was displaced out of my seat and had to sit sideways so that my feet would be in the aisle. It was very pleasant. The two biggest african women on the bus decided to sit to my left. It provided an excuse to compress the tires so I could be in the seat proper. They were Kentucky fat. I think you could find a left handed spork if you looked a bit. We climbed into a freitliners cab. I can't walk. I always get asked if I need an escort. or find anything without assistance. That also means that I am dumb as your choice excrement. but we were averaging 25 mph. My back was positioned between seats. We circle Rusape for 37minutes. I stayed the night with friends in Harare. Selfishly. of course. I started praying when we passed a wreck. Mostly its guys my age. and waited for a faster coach bus. It was actually better with someone else. Your brain sloshes around. The back axel acts as a fulcrum. Part of it was that i was absolutely sick of traveling and my tolerance was minimal. repells some. Although i forgot how bad the back of the bus is. The only saving grace was that the seat to my left was empty. You find ways around this. Thank God we flew! I was surprised that we were blistering alond at 75. so we arrived at 720 in order to get a spot. Their asses were like tractor tires in shape and size. but once it was an old woman. They rev the engine and honk to let people know they are about to leave . The big buses sit for about as long. If they approach. If this . The other frustration is waiting for the bus to leave. The one from Mozambik to the Zimbabwe border wasnt too bad. The minibuses drive around and turn around depeatedly until they fill. "thank God!" i thought when I found a good seat. I got out at rusape. Somehow the goat stayed on the roof without being tied and while going 45 mph. and baby shoes . Five dollars was a no go. I think they waste just as much gas as they get for waiting for extra fares. I decided to take a minibus. Dejected. giving you 1000 baby concussions .only 4 cents per mile.This. keep the look and shake your head. Every bounce gets magnified in the back. The bus was scheduled to leave at 745. Then my luck changed. The nice thing is that tickets are very affordable . People sell to the cars in the street. "Assistance" or "escorting" me means me handing out money. In hindsight. The ergonomics of the seat was destroyed so that my spine sat on the raised portion between the seats.than a minivan). You always look for a full bus so it will leave in a timely fashion. It was in the very back. I was in mutare and decided to hotch a ride with a bunch of soldiers. It is normal to see anything from the normal watches and sun glasses to dog leashes. That means I have money and want to buy things. Finally we took off. I wish I had stopped.at least sometime next week. carry my things. It was very comfortable.not to mention the whiplash.
taxi. He started acting like he was going to drop me at the side of the dark road. One helped me find the booth. I hoped the $4 would decrease the probability. I walked with him to a parking lot full of taxis. "what is there to guard here at a hospital for kids who can't walk? There's nothing to take!" I scolded him for this statement. I tried the door and window. Yeah. I started huffing and puffing." as I point to a bus a hundred feet away. I didn't agree and argued a bit. acting like they were fighting. Bothe were broken. I wanted to jog back up the whole way." "You can do that. Oh well. The Falls It was sublime.200. Was he giving his friend a ride? Whatever.000. which is why he wouldn't leave. Black boulders were at the bottom. They vanished behind a medium sized ridge in the distance.000. He knew this.000. We cleared up the misunderstood destination and the price was now K 100. It was all banged up and the brakes were in bad shape. filling the distant horizon with mist and white water." "Oh. then you joke with them. I needed to see if I could get a ticket to Harare. I can't say much more (but of course I will anyway). Each station had less foliage and more view. That didn't happen. It was lovely. The falls were at my elevation. The path seemingly was built to build anticipation. "Let me out here. The humidity solidified into a mist as I kept walking. Finally I started tapping on the window until I got a second guard's attention. Fantastic. The water swirled in a large pool. We got to the front gate of the hospital." Another one backfired. He then preceded to denigrate our guards.. It was amazing how much the air temp increased during the ascent! I was soaked when I reached the top. You want taxi? Taxi? I ignored them. The path had mini sight seeing points Every 100m or so. That's coming up! Sweet! There was a deep valley in front of the ridge that swung up to meet me. I figured this out when he started going the wrong way. K 30.. Hence. The first path led around the rim of a ridge. but I had made a deal. can I have a ride there. I watched three guys horsing around.000." "I can do that. Past the boulders. but maybe if you fight." "I know but I was about to put money down. No. I descended some 600 meters to reach them. "I am a taxi. The valley turned the left. The falls opened up. they are joking. so I felt a bit indebted to him. K30. just get me there.. Why not use him as a taxi? I asked him what his rate was. I need to drop you where you are going. I want to talk with the guards. The usual litany of shouts came my way as I stepped off. People passed me huffing and puffing.000 kwacha?" "No. The boiling pot was next. Another guy jumped in the back. but i became tired after 20 minutes of arguing." I got off of the bus from Livingston at 800 one night. . The muted roar of the falls was always in the background.000 was too good to be true for the first offer to rich mizungo. The guards let us through because they saw me.000. the boiling pot." He kept driving. The taxi said that I had agreed to 70. Ourse the others tried to steal me. "Taxi. I would rather not see him again. The normal rate was K 50.50.doesn't work. you. The taxi stopped and the guard let me out. The guy didn't have a car though. "Where are you going?" "I'm watching them fight. Wow! It was humid." He wouldn't listen. I could see a walkway on top of that ridge with little pin sized people. I made him apologize to get his $4. We got going. "almost there!" The reply was ancombination of a snort and a laugh. "Yeah." as he taps on my shoulder. Of. where the river continued. At one point he pulled over to the side and asked for gas money. The guards were on my side. even from over a mile away. I was about to jump with someone else when his car pulled up. On the last..
He jokingly put up a fight. It included trekking up out of the gorge . I realized that the rainbow was probably always there. If you do it too slow. Only a twinge. I did it two more times. but there was no thrill there. I did not expect so much free fall! I was dangling at the end of the rope.but worth every bit of copper in every penny. I did it in 8. The trees at the bottom are greeting you with arms waving. After thinking a while.about a 75 meter ascent. This is not mere hyperbole.. The swing was fan-freakin-tastic. He walked to the edge of the platform.. The horizontal momentum swings you back to the wall. Normal people take 20-30 minutes to climb out of the gorge. It was almost 2 seconds before the rope caught you.On to the bridge! The mist turned into more of a rain as I got closer. It was very pleasing in an ascetic sense. so that I could keep an eye on it. We had a long walk after each event. It was a big zipline suspended over the gorge. The feeling is exactly like jumping out of a plane.... I went down the return path by accident. The rock face flies past as you wonder when the rope will engage.. It became 360 degrees at one point. I repeated this a while later. I had done it before. I took off my shoes and set them in a relatively dry spot.. Maybe today won't end?! We went to a canyon. A twinge of hesitation crept in after his big "swing". took video while zipping across. But wondrous nonetheless! It followed me as I walked toward the bridge. The swing rop was completely slack at his feet. You keep your eyes open as you step. but I am resisting sleep in hopes of stalling the inevitable. which was downstream from the falls.2. I am drained. I figured out that you have to release a bunch of rope when you push off of the wall. This is especially true when the rock face is undercut a bit. and translate this to horizontal momentum by stopping the rope again. You have the anticipation of looking over the edge and thinking.and one big step into the abyss.well you don't exactly think.so. swinging gently back and forth. He had the rope grasped in his hands. I didn't even lift my feet and slid along. and a "guide" informed me.. Rick. In other words my front was facing the ground. You get vertical momentum by dropping. 3. That wall was straight and predictable.1. the falls were several hundred meters away. am I there yet" was on replay in my head. Stepping backwards was interesting because you don't know what's coming.. The Flying Fox was next. only mission impossible style. Call me Sparrow Man. I felt sorry for the people that rented umbrellas! Swing!!!!!!!!! I'm not sure I can top today. then you get stuck hanging in mid air making to difficult to make it back to the wall. Absaling (repelling) was first. It was very expensive-so much so that5/3 put a hold on my cc . The rope catches you several meters above the leaves. so I suggested that Rick go first. The bridge was parallel to the falls.. Forward is better. but not for 50 m. The last time was at Camp Cotubic. The bridge was slimy underfoot from all the algae... . They strap hip into three different harnesses and hook him up. as it is coming from an unrepentant adrenaline junky. There was a rainbow at the edge! What perfect timing! I think I took a whole roll of pics right there. Once again I was eing suckered into paying for something I didnt wantThis time. This was a bit more difficult. I had been going first on everything. Gravity pulls at you until you float. Rick mostly liked it because you didn't have to walk back up the gorge.. "Am I there yet... turning a dive into a swoop. which were pulled close to his chest. my backpacker friend. I set my bag a bit further down. capturing every second in your hippocampus.. The funny part was that the two african guys that had been with us chickened out. our church camp..
The pilot pointed out wildlife below. but nothing where I can look between my feet. this felt like a controlled dive. Where exactly will we land if we have a problem? Then we circled the falls. There were pods of hippos . The trees were no more that 5 ft under us Swing Firefoxr b Frog bat mosq Blog Vic falls Tipping culture Blog 2 You can't ask for directions without someone wanting a tip. I've been in small planes. Grocery cart Tipping people Here! Come! Im your best friend! Means your white and I want a tip Where is x? Body Lang says Oh. It is a go cart lookin thing with a law mower engine on the back and a hang glider wing overhead.The microlite was at 330. My knees were right under the pilots arms. The only one better was an acrobatic plane ride. with the mist coming up to meet us. then the Zambeze twisted through a snake like canyon. Although. Even though these thoughts played in the background. You could see the whole mile plus of water falling into a narrow chasm. One of the other micro lights skimmed over the river almost within reach of the crocs. cause he didn't seem to mind. The law mower engine had a decent amount of acceleration. A giraffe was trotting down a dirt road. making it somewhat difficult to move the bar that controlled the wing.a controlled stall. We started flying over Victorian falls. The falls were Devine. We took off at 50mph and quickly rose to 1500 feet. At first I thought my size was a problem. I don't know but I can carry your bags and show you! Rose Merriam passing out and total hip Banke moon . The mechanics of the landing was the same as with any aircraft . this was the second best flight experience I've had. Ask for directions from the best dressed person in sight.one was sniffing the air with his mouth wide open. The water was funneled into one outlet. I guess he was used to it. where I feel like the smallest turbulence will put us in a flat spin. I felt naked. at a lower altitude.
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