Now that we have been home for quite a few days, I feel like I've had a bit of time to process and think about all the wild adventures we had on our honeymoon. Even though some of the awful, uncomfortable, long travel days didn't feel like much of a honeymoon, being surrounding by the weird and the wild in heart of nature was actually quite romantic. No regrets. We had a ball. It's a place where anything goes, and we learned not to even blink at even the strangest oddities...
We are now quite comfortable sitting on strangers laps with chickens at our feet all while breathing in eau d fish for several hours. Peeing in empty water bottles inside our safari tent is totally ok with us.... you never know when a hippo will come trampling through camp. In fact, peeing just about anywhere is fine, everyone else does it, so why not? Magic my friends can explain the unexplainable. Better watch no one puts a curse on you, otherwise you might end up like the local fisherman who got eaten by a crocodile. Street vendors seem to think the best time for them to peddle their goods is when your husband is jumping off a bridge. An oldie but goody, Godfrey could possibly be the most popular name in Zambia.
We learned not to be disappointed that we didn't lose weight. Actually, we gained it. Ugali, nsema, nshima and pap (all the same thing, cornmeal playdough that is considered food-- the staple food nonetheless) is terribly unforgiving and will happily sit in your stomach for days. That along with the fried chicken and 'chips' (french fries) does NOT do a body good. In relation to this, Pete broke his travel tradition and shockingly did not end up with dysentery once the entire time.
The end... I suppose
