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I think for the first time in my life a small town isn't scaring me, but bringing peace. I have missed Zambia and when I think of leaving my family here I begin to feel heartsick. My journey home was an adventure to say the least. I did in fact travel with people I sorta knew, so I wasn't being reckless or unsafe, but the journey was still quite the experience.



Brooke dropped me off at the Zimbabwean border where a man named Farai picked me up and took me to Mutari while trying to convince me to have a white wedding with him. I met the family of the Zambian girl who just was married at the train station in Mutari and waited for the overnight train to set off. We booked a sleeper car but it should have been called a freezing cold bruiser car. The window wouldn't go up so we were blasted with cold air the whole night. They don't provide blankets or anything and I didn't know I needed any so...I froze. The beds were hard and uncomfortable. I think I have bruises from the bed. Couldn't even think of using the toilet it was so disgusting...I suffered... :)



We arrived in Harare early in the morning and took a taxi to the bus station where we boarded a 10 hour bus from harare to Lusaka, in Zambia. By this time I beginning to feel sick and not looking forward to the long journey but we made it without too many strange things happening except for a very suspicious sausage that against my better judgement I had a bit of....this may have been a leading contributor to my sour stomach for the next few days up to today.



Okay, so I am home, and feeling good about the next few weeks. I may only be in Zambia for 6 more weeks until I will be leaving, going back to Malawi for a bit before I make my journey home. I plan to go back to South Africa in February to do my de-briefing and then homeward bound.



I just lost all of my writing juices so I will write more later when I get a chance. Thanks to all for the prayers for my time...it was really wonderfuL!