We left Tiger Bay along the road we came in on, this time in daylight. We continued south a while then west again along more dreadful dirt roads, through some of the remotest areas in the country. We stopped for morning tea as usual along the road and some shy children stopped to investigate us. We gave them some small rubber balls we had brought with us and showed them how to throw and catch, something they had clearly never done before. At first they were hopeless but as we stayed longer at the stop while Mike fixed a broken fan belt on his car, we could see them improving each time we threw the little ball to them. The smiles on their faces were worth it all. Joan fed them apples and cheese. When the mother of some of them appeared with baby on hip, we realised they had kept some of the apple to share with their baby brother - it was touching! The father also strolled over the bridge to thank us - he was so happy to see his kids having so much joy. Eventually we had to go, but not before Margaret handed out some clothes to replace their threadbare rags and loaded them up with some pencils and other gear for school. Finally just as we were about to leave, the mother and another two women from this tiny settlement came by. I had some t-shirts and handed them one each. The mother simply squealed with delight and laughed while putting it on immediately over her clothes. I don't think they had had anything like it for quite a while. It was humbling to see such pleasure from such a small gift.
Again we headed north towards Lake Kariba and spent the night in a lovely grassy campsite right on the lake.