Zambezi Kiwi

I have to confess today (Sunday) was a tough day.

It started with church at 8am. We walked into a room full of couches, over which roughly 15 grey heads peeped.

Kepler was the only child by a looooonnnnggg shot, and there was only one other person younger than 60 in the crowd.

We sang from a stereo up front, and with every word I felt my heart sink as I wondered how Kepler would grow up missing out on one of the great joys of having a church family-loads of aunties, uncles and ready made friends.

While the people were nice enough (and I will one day laugh at this blog when I have know and loved them for years), it was tough knowing there wasn’t a single other young mum who could really relate to me and help me out as I settled into Vic Falls.

It turns out I needn’t have worried, but more on that in another blog.

We invited the other young person (of about 40) for lunch, and headed off to the supermarkets to get supplies…that’s when I got the second shock.

The produce section looked like a mass death scene. The veggies were literally rotting in pile.

When I went to look for shampoo and conditioner, I found a HUGE section of body moisturiser:

And only one tiny shelf of hair products, most of which were two-in-one hair washes. The top shelf in the pic below is the hair stuff.

Suffice to say I had a good cry when I got home, then Phil Wannel came over for lunch…and we had a BLAST!

We clicked with him instantly and had great chats. He even lingered for a second cup of tea, had hook ups into the mums crowd here, and calmed my nerves over malaria.

Honestly, he saved the day. What was a horrible morning of culture shock turned into a lovely afternoon of friendship that has us feeling there is plenty of space for us in Vic Falls.