So once again I have failed to regularly update my blog. And once again it is time to say farewell to a place that I’ve grown very fond of, and time to say goodbye to all the wonderful people I have met this summer. Seriously, I would say the best part of this experience this summer has been the people I have met. My work colleagues have been so supportive and helpful in helping me navigate the ins and outs of the State Department, editing my writing, helping me with housing logistics, driving me all over Luxsaka, feeding me, giving me job advice, etc. I’ve also met some wonderful people through the hash running group I’ve joined, as well as through my canoe trip I did early in July. I’m sad to leave and can only hope I cross paths with some of these people in the future.
|Team Sinazongwe post-meal|
Post-election was a busy time at the Embassy, doing lots of write-ups for Washington and attending follow-up meetings. I was able to write up a couple of cables about the election as well as an environmentally focused one that was a bit more up my alley. The wildlife/environmental work dropped off significantly in light of elections (to be expected) so it was actually a good challenge to do some write ups on issues that I’m not familiar with, and I found the political scene here to be very interesting.
|Marvin and I at our hostel in Livingstone|
I’ve mentioned before, but I’ve been going to the hash run every J I finished up my last hash this past weekend with a nice post-run meal at some friends house (thanks again Steven and Liz!), a couple friendly rounds of beer pong and a celebratory vodka/tonic with the one and only lime that came out of their tree they had been carefully cultivating over the past couple years, so it was a special night. here which is a running group. After eight or so runs you get baptized with your “hash name.” Everyone has a hash name they go by and honestly, I didn’t even know the real names of some people I ran with over the past couple of months! Well two weeks ago was time for my naming and after getting a beer poured over my head I was dubbed “President Trump.” Being the only American at most of these events has its downsides I guess…everyone else finds it quite entertaining!
Time to head back to the mitten on a red-eye to Dubai (which should be fun considering I’ve managed to catch a nasty head cold the last couple of days), and then I’ll have to switch over to academic-mode from here on out. It’s going to be a bit overwhelming coming back to Ann Arbor as this weekend is packed full with the first home football game, a department bar-crawl, and moving all my furniture into my second story house (if anyone knows how to fit a bed into a Ford Focus hit me up) plus jetlag. I do feel refreshed and excited for my classes this semester though, and that is largely due in part to the work I’ve been doing this summer. So, if you’re reading this from Zambia, THANK YOU, and if you’re in Ann Arbor, see you soon!
|On the shore of Lake Kariba|
|Hash group a couple of weeks back|
|Picking Momo up from the airport!|
|Entrance to the falls|
|It was like Nepal all over again with the monkeys.....|
|Early morning on Livingstone Island overlooking the falls|
|Exploring the gardens of Sugarbush Farms outside Lusaka|
|Wearing the "hash shit" shirt since it was my last hash. Also filthy from running through burnt fields.|
|My boss' adorable 8 week old Visla puppy Hemingway|