Nwembe

Expecting a walk on the beach, along came a beach boy ( little did I realize just how cunning they are). David Livingstone was okay. He was old ( although younger than me ) and desperately partnerless. His mother died in June and I wonder how gullible I am... He led me through the village of Nwembe and slowly tried to figure out what would make me smile.


We snuck through various resorts - one was where David actually works, so we had to be swift across the borders, climbing along pilons from one property to the next.


A tease of home - The Maple Leafs - and a perfect day because with all the swimming and the blessed life I lead, the Graham family comes to mind, their love of camp, swimming, hockey and people. Thank you, David, for making us such a beautiful place. Thank you to Jean and Jake, for carrying us further!


Here is a map of the north end of Zimbabwe, Tanzania.


Amid Ramadan traditions, there are infidels among us. David showed me some local living, off the beaten muzungu path.





with love from a risk-taker, Jen.