We had a bit of a leisurely day, hard to imagine that on a holiday😎. We hiked up to Montefioralle just before a wedding. The wedding singer was practising Ave María as we checked out the church just before the nuptials began. We continued to explore this ain’t village and came across a beautiful balcony. Of course we had to experience our first wine tasting.

while we relaxed we saw this hummingbird moth check out the flowers. We chose to hang out and enjoy a bottle of rose before heading back to our hotel for a relax. On the way down we got to hear the wedding singer again

We strolled through a beautiful olive grove

Before having lunch in the midst of the Saturday market. We were amazed at the efficiency of the “tear down” of the market at the end of the morning. We were particularly mesmerized by the whole roast pig being deconstructed as the market progressed

It was almost gone by the time the market ended. We had a bit of nap time at the height of the day and missed the deluge of rain before Dale had a swim. More relaxing as we head into an evening of live music.

We transferred to the Aubergo in Greve, a town 30 minutes from Florence. We dropped off our suitcases and set out on our hike. The guidebook told us it was a 2.5 hour easy hike. We learned once again to not trust Italians about time and distance. It was a beautiful uphill climb for the first 2.5 hours.

We went through fields, olive groves, vineyards and forests – all uphill. Then with some relief we started our decent. It was steep on scree-filled roads originally built by the Romans. Going down was harder than going up. I managed to fall and tweak my knee on a particularly steep portion. We will see how it feels tomorrow. We eventually came to a vineyard where we stopped for lunch.

I noticed the family next to us was speaking Swedish, so of course I had to say hello and practice. They were kind. Then our waiter told us the whole vineyard/hotel was owned by Swedes. We had a great time. The food and wine were 😋 delicious. We geared up for the last 2 km of our 11.4km journeys day made it back to our hotel minutes before the skies opened up. Dale got in a swim before the real deluge began. It was over quickly and we had a lovely meal in the Greve town square.

We arrived in Florence with little difficulty and made our way to the Park Hotel. This was a relatively new hotel, just 125 years old and home to the Swiss and Luxembourg consulates. It was comfy and the pool was welcome. We left a cold and rainy Edmonton for a lovely 30 degrees in Italy.

Our first day of hiking took us through olive groves and forest on our way to Fiesole, an upper crust neighbourhood of Florence. The hike was mostly uphill but fun. We were serenaded by the sound of cicadas chirping at each other, hoping to mate. It was amazing sound. every time we stopped we had a better view of Florence. We had a great lunch and took a bus back to the centre of Florence. That’s when we learned not to trust Italians when they tell you how long of a walk it will be. The 15 – 20 minutes they said it would take ended up being much longer. After 30 minutes we sat down and had wine. Then we set off in Ernest for another 30 minute uphill walk. All told we had done 10 miles of walking in our first day. It was great. Food and wine have been fantastic, as expected. Our next adventure is in the heart of Chianti country

Today I had the privilege of meeting with Christine, the YWCA District Paralegal Officer/supervisor.

She generously agreed to meet with me so I could learn about what programming is happening in this part of Zambia regarding family violence. We had a great chat and she was happy to share. The amazing thing is that almost all the direct services are provided by trained volunteers.

They have an active men’s program that intervenes in both the city and rural areas

Now Dale is at his conference and I am relaxing in the shade. We head homeward tomorrow.

One of the difficulties of travel is jet lag. The further afield I go, the more difficulty I have adjusting to the time change. A more recent reality is the realization that I am very allergic to sand flea bites. I have been very mindful about applying Off on a regular basis, but missed once while on a boat trip. We unexpectedly stopped for tea on an island. The fleas had a bigger meal than I did. That was several days ago and the meds I brought knowing this might occur seemed to be working. I regretted not having Benadryl but it is illegal to bring it in due to the Zambian government’s efforts to stop methamphetamine production.

I got a bit of sunburn the day before yesterday and had an intense histamine reaction. The welts multiplied overnight and became painful. So, I decided to check out the resort clinic. The small medic space is designed primarily for the staff and were in the middle of transitioning to a new office space. The boxes of supplies said a lot. There were HIV testing kits and syphilis treatment kits in good supply.

The nurse gave me a shot of steroids and three days of antihistamines which have now started to provide relief. The drowsiness of the meds is not a bother as I found a very shady poolside lounger upon which to “read/snooze”, one of favourite things to do.

Dale’s conference began today and he is presenting as I post. We met many of the AU legislative drafting tutors last night.

The setting was beautiful and the company was engaging.

Our dinner hosts sent us this film of our visit. https://www.dropbox.com/sh/cmc5lblidwrehz0/AACqTeoq0SnBK3F9oeMzCxZZa?dl=0

Enjoy!

Today’s outing was a trip into the local community. We went into the Mukuni village. This community of 7,000 people is about 15 KM from our resort. We were again the only people on our tour. This time I wasn’t so keen on being on our own (more on that later). This is a normal village and the Bushtracks’ driver was clear that we weren’t going to see something touristic, we would be going into people’s homes. There is a part of me that wants to understand authentic living conditions, and this requires going into the community. I am also very conscious here of my “white” and “western” privileges. Our guide started to lead us around the community and once the driver was out of earshot, she told us quite frankly that she makes her living by tips and would be expecting something for this tour. This made me curious about how much of what we paid Bushtracks for the tour pays to the community for us to take the tour.

Our tour started by our guide telling us about the political aspects of the village. She showed us the Chief’s “palace” compound surrounded by a sturdy grass fence. There were three rows of decoration. The top row represented the Chief, appointed for life. The second row represented the women’s Chief, she is typically the Chief’s cousin and has the responsibility of ensuring that the Chief does his job well. She is entitled to poison him if she finds he is a slacker or corrupt. The third row represented the second or sub-chief who was the Chief’s go to guy and second in command. Our guide pointed to the thatched roofs of several buildings within the compound and told us their function, but she did not take us anywhere near where we could see what the inside looked like. She did show us the community jail. This small, two room building had a dirt floor and a barred door on one side where the people who get too drunk or who have behaviour problems are housed for a day or two until they get back to being themselves. This drunk tank looked like something you definitely wanted to avoid.

We then wandered around the village. Each family had several small buildings that were either for sleeping or cooking. The wood frames of the structures are erected by the men, while women do all the clay/mudding work. The children had a hut of their own and parents slept nearby.  The buildings are round to facilitate snakes getting out. The have no internal lighting in the buildings so it is helpful to to know that, in a round room, the snakes who come in can keep going right on out. In a building with corners, they can get turned around and stuck more easily. The family compounds were surrounded by grass fences that looked sturdy. Its unusual for animals to come into the village because there are so many people and fires, however, the biggest concerns are with elephants who want to come through.

There were five artesian wells within the community. Girls are trained from a young age (i.e., at 2 years) to carry water on their heads. Continue reading →

We had a relaxing day. Our planned adventure was dinner at The Elephant Cafe. We had a leisurely breakfast and went out to see the Baobab tree. We had heard the tree was nearby and quite incredible. We had seen several of these trees in Tanzania but they didn’t have leaves. This one was in full and in fruit. The Baobabs are endangered. They can live for over 2000 years and they are feeling the impact of climate change. Everyone who told us about this tree had a slightly different description of how far away it was. Apparently it was either 500 meters outside the hotel grounds or 3 km away. Some said it was a nice walk, others said it wasn’t safe as unsavory characters sometimes hung out there. We took a cab. It was worth the expense. By the way, everything here costs either 100 kwatcha ($10cdn) or 300 kwatcha. It is interesting what becomes normal.

We returned and had a delightful martini on the patio of the Royal Livingstone Hotel, the sister hotel to ours. It is definitely more upscale. We found it interesting that a martini was cheaper than the wine. A glass of red South African wine is typically 14-16$cdn. The martini was$12. A pint of beer is $5.50cdn. It’s a good thing beer is our drink of choice. It has been so hot here, even the locals have complained. One woman told us that the rainy season typically goes from October until The end of March. There has been no significant rainfall since mid January. The corn crop, a main dietary staple is failing and the water level is really low. Thus likely means food shortages and a lack of electricity later this year.

We went off to the elephant cafe at 4 pm without many details of what exactly to expect. We joined two other couples at the jetty and were taken 13 km upriver in a speed boat. For the first time, we were given life jackets. We sped to our destination with occasional showings to see animals or birds on the shore. The motor noise typically scared everything away, so we mostly saw animal rumps.

As we arrived, we were oriented to meeting the elephants. We then got to meet and feed a mom elephant and her two offspring. These were three of the ten elephants in the preserve. Six had been saved from death by predators or parental abandonment. Three had been born at the preserve and one had been found on an island as an abandoned baby by the elephants and brought back to the preserve. All of these elephants have been trained to work with people and there is no intention to return them to the wild.

After feeding the elephants bags of treats (grass pellets), it was out turn to wash up and eat. One of the couples hung back with the elephants a little. The man had planned a proposal. He had given the ring in a box to the handler who had in turn given it to the elephant. The woman was surprised when the elephant gave her the ring box and her boyfriend got down on one knee.

The restaurant was on a patio overlooking the river. We were served the following:all the food was sourced within 20 miles. They foraged many of the seasonings and reductions from indigenous plants that the locals eat regularly. However, they prepared more upscale presentations. Everything was amazing with tastes that were unusual but delicious. The duck was the best I have ever eaten with a tamarind-based duck sauce to die for. We learned that they grow both coffee and cocoa in Zambia and the mocha we had for dessert was reminiscent of hickory infused cafe au lait.

This restaurant is only a few years old and had already won “best restaurant in Zambia” awards three times. The chef/waiter/owner showed us his trophies. We were happily over-fed and content as we headed back to the hotel.

Our outing of the day sounded rather tame based on the descriptions in the brochures. We would go to a rhino conservation park and see rhinos (somehow, I had envisioned them hanging out in larges pens) and then off to a lion enclosure where we could see the lions up close. The film of these activities on the wall at the airport immigration line may have been suggestive. What we got was wonderful but different than our original understanding. We were picked up by our guide who informed us that once again, we were the only people who had signed up for the trip that day. This pleased my geeky, got to-ask-questions self to no end. We started with a game drive in one of the smallest parts of the Mosi-as-Tunya National park. We saw several zebras, deery-looking beasts (e.g., antelopes, gazelles, waterbucks, kudos, wildebeests),

a family of warthogs and many birds. One of the most beautiful was the Bee Eater bird who lives in tunnels in the river bank. The warthogs were interesting. We noticed that some of them kneel to eat, a unique way of getting down to earth. The drive was interesting and unexpected. It wasn’t described in the brochure at all.

Our driver came to a stop at a small building in the middle of nowhere. He stated that we were now going to wait while the rangers got ready. Then a man and a woman methodically changed into walking gear, put their guns, i.e. Short automatic rifles, on their shoulders and climbed into the jeep. These were the rangers who were going to take us to the rhinos. Our instructions were to follow their instructions and walk slowly and quietly in a single file (to be less of a threat). We set off on foot into the trees following our guide (no pens in sight, we were in the wilderness). He took us to where he thought the rhinos were and there they were gone. He left us briefly and then waved to us to come quickly. We turned the corner and he waived me forward to take pictures. There were three rhinos, a mom and two of her calves, one from last year, one this year. The “little one” started moving quickly towards us and we were encouraged to back up and get out of the way. We did as we were told. What we learned was that people who wore white clothes (like me that day) tend to bring grass during the dry season, so the little one was a bit hopeful and confused. S/He got over it.  Dale said that it makes your heart beat in a certain kind of way when a rhino starts to move quickly toward you. We were able to get very close to these magnificent, huge creatures. They still had their horns. The guide indicated that in some areas, the horns are removed to discourage poaching. This park is trying to keep them as natural as possible. There are nine rhinos in this park. It was a bit exhilarating to be that close to the animals (like less than 30 feet).

We returned to our jeep and driver and moved onto the next part of the adventure, a visit with lions. We went over the bumpiest roads imaginable, basically hard packed red sandy dirt that looked like it was not actually ever constructed, just a trail that became a road because vehicles kept following the path. My Fitbit recorded 2500 steps while we drove the 20-minute drive. There was, for one stretch of the road, electric fencing that looked to be in bad shape. The driver said that the elephants don’t like the fences and throw logs at the fences so that they can continue on their way.

We arrived at a hut in the trees and a man emerged inviting us in for a drink and a cookie. It was a great idea. Following our break, this man explained that he would be taking us into an area where there were ten lions. These lions were part of a multi-step lion conservation program in Zambia http://lionalert.org/alert/project-detail/african-lion-rehabilitation–release-into-the-wild-program. The lion population in Africa has been declining for many reasons, all human related. We saw one group of lions in large enclosures as we entered the protected area. These lions were bred in captivity and hand raised by people taking them on walks into their natural habitat. We didn’t stop to see these animals, just said hello as we drove to the next gate, where the guide carefully checked the bush before opening the gate to let us into the second phase of the project, wild lions. These lions were released as a pride into a natural area (large enough for the lions to range naturally but fenced to keep them in. These lions had cubs that were then raised naturally without human interference. When old enough the younger of these lions are released into national parks that are trying to build their lion populations. It was fascinating to see what was going on. While they warned us that we might not actually see lions on the drive through this area, we needed to be alert. The guide also warned us to stay seated in the Jeep at all times and, no matter how close the lions come to the Jeep, do not panic. Well, needless to say, we found the pride and they came close to the Jeep. It was not scary at all. They don’t recognize the Jeep as a threat, and if we don’t bring attention to ourselves, we were pretty safe.

That was an amazing, yet exhausting day. We had enough energy for a beer and appetizer by the pool and then realized that we were ready to crash. It was a good day.

Our first adventure today was a river cruise on the Zambezi River. We were the only people today, so we got the guide to ourselves. I think he was excited when we mentioned that we were interested in seeing birds.

We spent the next two hours in a speed boat driving back and forth across the river looking for birds. We also saw a family of hippos and a few elephants, but the birds were the stars of this show today. The hippos were fairly amazing. We got really close and it was interesting how disinterested they were in us. There were probably seven of them in the water and we could see various snouts coming and going and then they all submerged for a second or two. I am not sure how the boats don’t hit them. They are massive beasts that are incredibly well suited to hiding in water. We paused for a short coffee break and the fellows set a table for us after ensuring that the picnic spot was devoid of elephants and crocodiles. It was a relaxing way to spend the morning. We are thankful to our friend Eric who got inspired us to start looking at birds. My hope is that he will identify these birds so we can reflect later on what we saw.

We came back to our hotel for a bit of a siesta before venturing out on the Royal Livingstone Express for an evening back in time. We boarded the steam train that was one of the original trains from when the railway was completed in 1905. We got a great history of the train and the bridge construction before we departed on the Cape to Cairo main track. We stopped on the bridge that Dale and I saw while we were visiting the falls on our first day. It was an amazing view. We then went back on the train and had an amazing 5 course meal. We sat with a couple of Brits who were on the last day of their holiday. It was fun to chat about the ups and downs of Brexit with them. Both voted to leave but had very different reasons and reactions to the referendum. Neither are happy now.

We are now back in our hotel room, relaxing and getting ready to have a late sleep in tomorrow. Our next adventure doesn’t happen until after lunch.