Tag Archives: Bangweulu Swamps

A necklace, a paperclip, some rather unwelcome fireworks

Breakfast. Our last cup of tea made with well water. It tastes as if chrysanthemums have died in it. But it’s not as bad as that fly. The men looked after us well and seem sad we’re leaving early. But … Continue reading

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There was an old woman who swallowed a fly (well, not that old, actually)

It’s not the best way to start a day. I really don’t recommend it. In fact I’m trying to avoid writing about it. But I can’t. We’re driving round a bend between two huts. I open the window and say … Continue reading

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Flies, rain and an intimation of tribal tribulations

I wake to clanging and crashing. Turns out it’s our shower, a bucket pulled from the well, the water heated on the range. Feels odd, a bucket shower in the rain. Two pairs of black Dunlops have appeared by the … Continue reading

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