Livingstone: Advanced Zambia
Livingstone: Advanced Zambia.
Today was a maintenance day. I spent too much of it working on geek things, but I need to do those things too. When I left the hotel, it was for supplies to keep me alive in my hotel cave.
It is National Women’s Day and a business holiday. There were many women out in the town today wearing similar dresses. The colors everywhere were great.
I have realized how developed and Advanced Zambia is compared to Tanzania and Uganda. It is way further ahead. The vehicles, the supermarkets, the fast food chains (not that this is a good thing)…
And there are no motorcycles here.
I find it really strange. My friend I met on the bus from Tanzania to Zambia was not kidding. Everyone drives a car here.
It was a supermarket-lunch day, as they have delis here, and that is something I have not had a lot of in the past three months. The food is a better quality here. I feel like I am heading to more modern civilization as I am heading further south and I have mixed feelings about that. Sure, it was nice to eat ice-cream in a fancy shop today, but things are getting plastic in the ways of business-chains. Everything seems cleaner and shinier, but the personality of things disappears with that.
As I was walking down the street, a guy approached me and said hello. I just nodded at him as he was acting like he knew me which I assumed meant he was a tout. Then the guy asked, “You do not recognize me do you?” I confirmed that I did not. He said, “I am the Banana Boy!”
Awesome! It was the guy I have bought bananas from every morning since I got here. It was true I did not recognize him without a cart parked in front of him. It is funny how that works.
I grow weary of people asking me for money, but I also grow weary of being cold and not giving away money to people with four limbs. So, today I bought a bag of samosas and gave one to each child I walked past in the street who had his hand out. Do I do it to help society or do I do it to sooth my morals questioning my morals?
That is debatable…
But it sure make kids smile and that was nice to see. I know they do not get to keep the money they get, but I do see them eating the food I give them.
When I went for air-time to recharge the credit on my phone, I was moving along the sidewalk. A plastic bag surprised me out of the corner of my eye and for some unknown reason my mind went “snake” and I jumped in a startle during my walk. A local man was walking my way and he really enjoyed that a plastic bag had just scared the heck out of a white man. I was laughing at him laughing at me. He high-fived me as we walked past each other.