The pilot jousted Thom and I out of a try-to-sleep state (where we close our eyes and shift every 3 minutes or so to get comfortable) and said it was 30 minutes to landing. When I pulled up the shades the most beautiful rose-hued sky greeted us. It felt like Zambia was welcoming us with love!
All of our bags/boxes arrived but the conveyer belt was broken so the bags for about 200 people were brought out by hand, one-by-one. Dr. Oparacha, our Zambian vet, called and said she had Buddy, he was well, and she’d greet us right in front of the terminal. I was a little nervous about getting through customs because we had so many boxes but we boldly strolled through the “nothing to declare” line and whizzed right out to the curb. As Thom and the driver were loading the Land Cruiser, I saw Dr. Oparacha walk up with Buddy in her arms. He looked fantastic! He howled a greeting and then all was back to normal for him. He’s just sticking close with us.
Our airfreight, which was supposed to arrive first on December 31 (but was delayed in New York by the snow storm), and then yesterday, was no where to be found. I hope they find it soon, because we have no dishes, no towels, no pots/pans, no pillows, no linens, etc. We were going to spend the night in a hotel but couldn’t find one that would take pets so Thom’s colleague/our neighbor offered us the use of a bed until our sea freight came. His lovely wife gave me sheets, a quilt, two pillows and two towels.
The house is more beautiful then I remembered and the gardener, who works from 7am-5pm Monday through Friday and gets paid $120 a month (through our landlord), sure has a green thumb. I feel very conflicted about this payment as it’s so low….more on this issue in a later post.
(we’re uploading this at the neighbor’s and the internet’s too slow to add photos — will do later!)