
Livingstone, Zambia
I spoke to soon the other day; yesterday showed me why they call it the rainy season here. All morning it rained constantly. My flip flops and feet were covered in mud by the time I got to the Orphanage and my lovely raincoat made it's first appearance. The potholes in the road were like paddling pools and the roads were even more dangerous to drive on. Apparantly the farmers were happy about it, I think they were the only ones!
I taught at the Orphanage on my o...