Jollyboys is far away now and its back to the peace and tranquility of Paseli Hostel. The 8 hour bus trip with Shalom bus company will, for now, go down in history as one of the most unenjoyable bus journeys in my history. The large bus was a normal width had been fitted with an extra line of seats, making 2 on one side and 3 on the other. Consequently the seats could only be comfortable for a school outing for 12 year olds.
But back at Jollyboys last night I found some locals playing this Zambian game called isolo. Two stones are put into each dish and the idea, like drafts, is to take all your opponents stones. The board is made from two carved pieces of hard wood and hinged down the centre. Can get quite noisy.
So at Paseli another family dinner was had with all the cooking done by the guests and Miriam, the host, doing the washing up. She had to wash up because there'd be no dishes or plates for breakfast in the morning. That would never do.
A new American member of the fraternity sitting on the right provided the ice cream for afters. What a pleasant way to finish an arduous day.
