the gift of gab

Today I came back to Lusaka. Instead of a 12-hour drive over sandy roads, I was on a three-hour flight. Oh what fun! I love flying in small planes. You can see everything so much better at 6,500 feet than at 33,000 feet. Phil was the pilot and there were a total of four passengers.
Leaving Chitokoloki, all I could see was a sea of green. The dark green of lush tree tops was punctuated with dots of villages and slashes of muddy brown rivers. It was so beautiful.
As we made our way South and East, the trees grew sparser and the villages were closer together. We flew over Kafue National Park. I was hoping to see some animals, but I believe we were too far above the ground to be able to see the smaller animals clearly and there were no herds of elephants visible today.
When we arrived at the Farm, we were greeted by most of those who were around. It was kind of fun really. I finally got to see some of the folks who were gone when I had arrived in Zambia.
Tomorrow I’ll be meeting with Mary-Ann. She’s organizing my orientation program. So we’ll be plotting and scheming and setting a tentative schedule for next week.