Cook at the lodge is determined to have me eat fish, despite her best efforts (see picture) I avoid any further fish dishes...

...When in Kabwe town, a Zambian man just sat down and began chatting. It turned out he would very much like a white wife. As I am not looking for a Zambian husband or a new 'friend', his efforts were wasted. This was not a quick process; it was a good 30-45 minutes before he left...


I have TV on in the background, whilst working in the lodge – I am becoming quite enthralled with Nigerian soaps and films – some seem quite homemade, with serious overacting but also quite addictive I think I will be tuning into Nollywood when I get back to the UK...

I've been on a field visit to a School having a Dance 4 Life event. Somewhere in Africa is a video tape of me dancing for life – whilst I gave it my all, and got a bit confused with the steps toward the end, I thought I did not too bad, the only comment given was that I did not 'shake' or 'roll' my booty enough – I can live with that kind of feedback.
On the drive back the vehicle broke down, we had lost a lot of water. In an effort to try and get the vehicle up and running everyone poured the water they were carrying into the engine. I'm not sure what part – it was the part that had hot steam blowing from it, you can probably tell engines are a bit on the technical side for me.
We were able to drive the vehicle far enough to be able to draw some water from an underground well. With the water and the use of a spanner the vehicle made it back to Kabwe...

I've been advised not to go into town on my own, certainly not after 6pm when it gets dark here. Both the Zambian air force and the national service are based in Kabwe, so there are a lot of soldiers – I am bemused that they have an air force but no airplanes or helicopters for them to fly in!...