We got back from our camping trip late on a Thursday evening and Friday was designed to be a down day to bum around Lusaka. Now, if you’re young, energetic, looking for culture and arts, food and wine festivals, big-name concerts, Lusaka is not the place to be. It’s kind of boring. If the things you like to do revolve around your home (e.g., cooking, gardening, bicycling, running, art projects), then it’s a divine place to be (so Thom and I love it!). But, we were worried the boys would be bored.
Never fear with these guys, however. They are easy going and make everything a good time. Thom had a doctor’s appointment downtown so he dropped them off on Cairo road so they could get a flavor of everyday life in metropolitan (I say with a straight face) Lusaka.
Ryan can be a bit goofy so he’d greet everyone he walked by with Muli Bwanji (how are you?) just to see how they’d respond. The most common responses were the greeting repeated back followed by what is your name?
Then he started saying things like “bumble bee tuna” and “osama bin laden” (when you say both of these really fast they sound like a foreign language) as greetings with a big smile and he got the same response! Goof ball.
Thom had to go to work so he dropped them back off at home and they agreed to walk to the Kilimanjaro Cafe, 1.2 miles away, even though Ryan “hates walking.” They agreed they’d be able to see the local bush landscape by doing this. Have I mentioned how good-natured these guys are? Here they offered a photo op of their bromance for all of you.
On the way to the cafe there’s a fenced-in property where there are at least four dogs that go nuts. Sometimes one larger older dog is outside the fence, behind a bush and under a tree, who comes out at the last moment and barks at you, but he’s harmless.
The crazy little vicious jack russell is a different story. He goes nuts behind the fence, then squeezes through the (obviously) turned-off electric fence, and then the instant you turn your back he runs up to nip your heels. If you turn around he runs back maybe four feet, but if you turn around again he’s back at you.
It really ticked Ryan off so on our walk back he armed himself with golfball size rocks in one pocket, and gravel in the other. He was sporting for a fight. The little dog must have threatened his manhood something fierce given his vehemence.
Unfortunately (for Ryan) and luckily (for the dog), the owners had put on the electric fence so all the dogs could do is run crazily back and forth as we walked by the property, barking their heads off. Ryan was really mad that he didn’t have the opportunity to pelt the dog so after we cleared the property he gave a demo of what he would have done — throwing the gravel as hard as he could straight down (when the dog would have been nipping his legs) and then following-up with well-targeted rocks (that he aimed at the telephone pole instead).
Anyways, the hike to the cafe was well worth it as the boys got a big meal and we all got smoothies (chased down by a double machiato for me). (The menu is huge and they serve from 7 am to 10 pm every day.)
I know I’ve mentioned it before but the Kilimanjaro Cafe and Lodge is really child-friendly — toys, play area, pony rides, on-the-ground trampoline (the hole is dug into the ground so the top of the tramp is level with the ground).
On our way home I was telling the guys how the gardener had gone all out to make sure the pool was pristine and ready for them. Even though it was only in the low 70s, the boys thought they better take a swim at least once so the gardener didn’t think he got the pool ready for nothing. Because this was the boys’ last day in Lusaka (we left for Livingstone the next day) that meant it was now or never. The only catch was that it was about 5 pm and the sun was setting, the air temperature had cooled into the 60s already, and the water was freezing cold. But, these boys are men and they wanted to do a good deed and make the gardener feel that his efforts were worth it so in they went.
Ryan went in first, using the one-step-at-a-time method to try and get used to the water. When, after a few minutes had passed and he was still only up to his knees, I said, geez, your dad would have just jumped in. Well, them’s fighting words. He got out and with a running start jumped in!
Of course, he let out a big howl once he was in because the water was really cold. Eric did his part and used the step-by-step method to get in, but all in the matter of a minute or two. Look at these happy smiles…er…grimaces. These are good, thoughtful guys — the guard and gardener got a big kick out of their antics.
Next: The bus ride to Livingstone (Victoria Falls).