A man named Blessing drove us from the airport to our spartan white cindercrete bungalow, laughing with us about the fancy Zimbabwe visa that took $300 and the better part of two hours to obtain. Admission to Zimbabwe also involved passing an infrared Ebola fever detector. The woman we assumed was monitoring it on her laptop turned out to be watching an action movie.
We're in Africa. Surreal.
Alexander shouted and pointed, "penguin!!" It was a monkey. He was very tired. We had been traveling over 30 hours from Bali. I had "lunch" three times in various time zones. But I was still hungry so I ordered the "crumbled warthog schnitzel" at the In Da Belly restaurant, thatch roofed, cricket on the big screen TV.
There are monkeys everywhere here and now it is dark and there is singing and drumming. The stars are lower. I need to sleep.
(What looks like smoke is spray from Victoria Falls, a couple km from our bungalow.)
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