Ken Makala

So I'm in Lusaka now staying at a friends house for the night, before I go off on my Victoria Falls adventure in Livingston. Tonight was fun, at first I got off the bus and met up with my friend and another friend whom I haven't seen since December I think which was nice. We went to her dorm to pick up another and then the four of us hit the bustling night time Lusaka scene, and saught out a fine restaurant to satisfy our deathly hunger. Me I hadn't eaten since this morning and that was only three small peaces of french toast. We drove about and finally stopped at a nice little joint just outside town. A bar/restaurant called Polo, the atmosphere was cool outside with the dimly lit parking lot and blue lights in the reception. We went in and took a load off, and was met by some loud and bumping tunes coming from a nearby closed door. Closer inspection told us it was in fact a bar/club in the restaurant with a dance floor, a DJ, florescent lighting and everything. Duly noted, we went back to our table and order a round of BBQ chicken wings (In Kabwe BBQ sauce doesn't exist, so what a treat this was going to be =) And a treat it was, the sauce was sweet and the chicken well grilled. After our first round of wings, during which I managed to charm the waitress instantly and then almost just as fast uncharm her for reasons that are beyond me, we decided to go dancing while we waited for our second round. The dance floor itself was booming with dance beats and we jaemed it up for a good 15 - 20 minutes, during which we heal toed, dutty wined, willy bounced and breakdanced, and then Darren, my very hungry very white host, after making frequent visits to our table to check if the food was ready and proving himself awkward and uncomfortable on a dance floor, returned to feast. He was followed by us shortly after a few "one more songs" was said. Though hungry we were after dancing so eating was the last thing our bodies wanted and so moments later we had our food packed us and we left. Dropping the girls home Darren and I stopped at 24 hour gas station (which they have is Lusaka) and bought chocolate, soda, a fresh bread (which smelt like fresh deat after it came out of the oven) and anything else you think we would need in preparation for the 7 hour bus road to Livingston tomorrow. We headed home and make sincere efforts to max and relax. In about 5 minutes now, we will be going to a friends house in Mulungushi to attend the Ascension of Baha'u'llah ceremony, and then off to bed with us, only to wake up 3 hours later. More updates will follow. With love, Jens.