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My Mom and Dad in Mongu


Mom and Me in the guest cottage at Chamba Valley, Lusaka
(No, I don't have a beard!)		 See?!
Me enjoying Tim Horton's donuts
(They actually brought us some!)		 My Dad was really amazed with the garden beside the garbage heap
Happy Birthday to me I'm sure that you've all heard the bus story by now. After waiting for five hours, this was the bus we piled into Mom and me  in the front seat, while Dad sits beside the ECZ Bishop
A Baobab tree on the 
Lusaka-Mongu road		 Just a hint, normally the bus is moving too quickly to take photos like this Dorothy in the depths of despair
Coming up onto hour Twenty-four
Safely home, and back to our animals
(From the time we got to the bus station until we got home : 28 hours)
The next day we went to Katongo II for church
Our little congregation
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My church kids
My youth boys
My troublesome boys
This one's all my Dad
(but I thought that you other 
engineers might enjoy it)
Learning Lozi and Mbunda songs
Teaching English songs
"Sheep, sheep, come home"
"We're afraid of the lion"
"The lion is dead. Come!"
Dad and Karim
They brought a watch for him
Main street is never this deserted. I don't know how they managed it. Maybe because it was cold season
Moses' bottle shop
Charles in the middle
The green market
We like buying off this lady
She always has great stuff
Dad kept saying, "for two weeks I'm an African," so we stuffed him and Mom into a mini-bus a couple times
Generally, mini-buses are started in this fashion. You know you're riding in style if the vehicle still has a working starter
The SU Kambule group
Dad gave the encouragement here
Babies carrying babies
A glimpse of the basket trip
Lunch at Oasis "The Restaurant"
Ev, Helen and Rosemarie
At Katongo village
Mrs. Manuelly presents Mom 
with the family chitange
Mom finally manages to get it tied
(I can never make mine fit right)
Mr. Manuelly, Dad, 
Mom and Mrs. Manuelly
Ruth and Chipangu teaching my Mom to pound cassava
Inspecting the work
Sifting the meal from the chunks that will need to be pounded further
Mom learning to make nshima
(It's really unfair! They always make us learn on the HUGE pot)
We really wanted to eat that day, so we let Ruth, the Master, take over
Jacob loves to have his picture taken
Some of the orphans that are part of the community school program
School photo
Esther's "baby class"
"We're really trying to pay attention, Teacher, but there's a girl with a 
camera over there!"
Dad, Mom and Mr. Manuelly stand in front of his cassava field
The school grounds from the road
We decided to take a boat ride out to the Zambezi to do some fishing
It's amazing that these boats can 
get all the way to the harbour 
with such overloading
This picture was just screaming 
to be taken
A nice one of me
Another picture of me
(You'd think I'd gone out with my parents or something)
Our boat. Our conductors were really nice, and Pastor Shilayi (orange coat) came along to help find fish)
The funniest thing about his picture 
is not the cows, it's the guys who are 
actually wearing lifejackets
Me trying my hand at jigging
(I did actually catch a Tiger fish)
Dad napping while a local fisherman rows on for better fishing grounds
Dorothy's church is a lot different than mine in terms of construction
They were doing the floor the week we came so we had a special little canopy to sit under during the service
Katongo I Jordan Choir
"Umm, can you guys sing that 
one again for my Mom?"
Just like Children's Festival
The church is nearly finished, 
all they need is the ridge cap
A typical Katongo dwelling
Mom with Mrs. Peter (the one who gave her the chitange on her head)
(Sorry Dad, it was too nice as a CU)
Oh yeah. My favourite.
I'm thinking of making this my 
permanent hairstyle. Heh heh.

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