Well, there are alot of things to share I think. The whole story of how we finally arrived home. Right before we left for my (Kathryn's) flight I sprained my anckle quite badly. I knew what the doctor was going to say, and regardless I wasn't going to be able to do what he wanted me to. So I desided that I would just get to Zambia and treat it properly. So I got on the flight in alot of pain, and drank wine as soon as I could with some pain killers. I got up and put my foot up as much as I could as well. Once I landed in Frankfut it was a struggle getting around with my foot and all my luggage. And my friend was late by 2.5 hours... so I though she wasn't going to come, I was reayd to go and make a bed on one side of the waiting area. I was exausted. But i had to be strong, because no one else was there to take care of me...it was hard and emotional. I did finally get picked up, and I sleped and showered, and then speant the day in a beautiful OLD city eating some german food. That night I got on the flight to Joburg, I cried alot on that flight, I think I just had to let all the stess out (Oh ya in frnkfurt I found out that vinjelus flight had been cancelled from Toronto to London and so would not be there with to fly to Zambia. So I was going to be alone) Anyway, ya it was the hardest trip. So I land in Zambia (skipping the stpry of almost missing my flight to Zambia because fo my ancle and time, and the extermly expensive rate for my baggage being over weight....) I did get on that flight. So I land in Zambia, and find out the rate for a visa has gone up ( Vinjelu should have been at the air port with me, he had all the numbers, our cell phone, and all our money) So I only have $30.00, and I needed $55.00 USD. Which I didn't have. So I was kepted behind immagration for 2 hours or more. I didn have anyone I could call, cuz I didn't know anyones number. I was tired and was getting very agitated with these people. I was telling them I am mrried to a Zambia and shouldn't have all these problems... anyway, finally they gave me a day pass into Zambia, I had to be back the next day to get that moeny and pay for the visa. Because I was delayed in the back the person picking me up came and went without me... thinkign I was not on that flight. So I came out and sat in the arrivals area for 3 more hours, finally I gave up and booked one of the very exspensive taxi to take me home... to a home I don;t even know, I didn't even know where to tall him I live. So I just said Lusaka West Balastone park... he knew where the area was, so we got there, and stoppped at a farm to ask if they knew the Muyaba farm. She did and took me there. There was no one home. Aysh. All the doors were locked, so I had to ask the workers to come open it, I got my luggage in and and laid down to sleep. But I coulnd't I was to overwhelmed... Finally one of the cousins came home Philip and showed me around. Tobi was at a friends funeral and so want there and oculd only make it by 11:00 or so... Anyway, that was my arrival, very bad, and stressful. The next day vinjelu was suppose to land.... but his flight into joburg was late and so he missed his conecting flight into Zambia. I still had the money problem.... so I went on a journey from 10:30am-4:30pm trying to find $55.00, no one took master card, and so from there on I was basically screwed. So vinj phoned he tried to send me money ut coulne;t because he wasn't from South Afrika. . . So I was stuck with no money to pay for the visa I ha to get that day. I cried that day to. I didn't knwo what to do, I was stuck. Then two of vinjelu's friends offered to bring me the money, but by that time I found a bank that does foriegn echange and also delt with Master Card. Soi I got the money and the visa, and left with making all the immegration officers laugh. The next day vinjelu finally arrived, his friends and I picked him up and that was good. Now we are togther. I am struggling with the racial thing. It has totaly overwhelmed me ths time, it is nothing like last time, I feel like I have never been to this country in my life. It's so different. I think because I am looking at i in the eyes of it being my home. So please think of me, in prayer, and also in phoning,finding out how I am, maybe Muka you have been through similar things... I ve made good frined with Tobi's girl friend, and she lives right next door. So I am glad for that. Vinj is here which makes it ALOT easier... but not totlay fine.
That was our arrival story... very crazy...
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