Quirks, Comments and Comparisons

I love my digital camera. Being able to take as many photos as I want, download them onto the computer and then choose the ones I want for this blog and other outlets, is a wonderful facility - which is almost free!

I rarely delete any photos, and find that looking through my photo record, after downloading, actually reminds me of the activity or event, especially of the things I've forgotten, which are sometimes the most interesting.

So here are a few which fit the heading above:

• What's this? Snow in Zambia?
  

Of course not! It's actually tiny polystyrene balls, which blew right across the site, when the packing boxes for the windows were opened. The new grass made an ideal landing place for the 'snow cloud', but it will be very difficult to sweep up!

• How many people can you get on the back of a (Zambian) lorry?
  

Obviously, always one more!

• June in Zambia is quite cold:

We have had a fire in the evening recently.

• This is where cream of tartar comes from:
  
  

It is the seed pod of the Boabab tree - commonly known as the upside down tree:

• Steve ordered a 'Sweat' and Sour Chicken pizza off a menu:

He said it was delicious!

• This is how your chicken comes in Zambia:

Anyone for lungs, heart, liver and feet! I do put everything except the feet into a stock.

• This is a Zambian 'motor' bike:

Two litres of petrol lasts two weeks!

• Finally, what should have started this posting:

In seven local languages.

First Aid

Last week I attended a first aid course, along with 20 others from Christian Vision Zambia. The course was held on site, for three full days.

I took a first aid course, many years ago, so this was a refresher course, but I was surprised by how much I had forgotten, or never learned!

Here are some of the group in a break (still feeling rather formal, I think!):

One of our trainer's, Adam, with 'Annie', the dummy on which we learnt how to do CPR (Cardio, Pulmonory, Resuscitation):

At the end of the second day we went outside to practise emergency lifts:

Two people can perform a three-handed lift, if the patient needs back support (4th hand):

...or a stronger, larger, four-handed lift:

There were many other lifts, including fireman's lift, 'piggyback' (which was called 'pick-a-back'!),and 'cruddle' (another term I hadn't heard of and wonder if it's a corruption of the word 'cuddle', as it's the traditional 'wedding lift'):

...and this one - the human stretcher:

We learned the recovery postion:

...and had great fun with bandages - this was for a shoulder covering:

...an elevation sling:

..some nifty head coverings:

...a emergency neck restraint (which utilised a piece of card, inside the bandage, very effectively):

...and the very complicated, spine immobilisation, (requiring seven bandages, a long under-arm splint, and several other bandages for padding - which made me wonder where one would find all those bandages, in an emergency!):

The final bandage is called the 'ring' bandage, used for stabbings or impalements:

One topic I hadn't covered before was snake bites, which was very interesting, especially in the light of recent encounters... (see 'Slithering Snakes' below)

Work and Play

It has been quite a while since I showed photos of the work currently taking place to prepare the new radio studios for Radio Christian Voice, in Lusaka...

Henry, from CVC Cape Town, completing the finishing touches to the wall boarding in studio 6, or is that 7?

Michael, from Cape Town, working on the 'crones' (hundreds of connections), training Frank, a Zambian technician:

Steve, also from Cape Town, but now on secondment for two years in Zambia:

Jordan, from USA setting up 'Nexgen' - the automated playout system for the studios:

Stuart, from UK, in his 'office' - obviously having a tough afternoon:

Kalele, Charles' son, on work experience, pulling cables:

The gardeners, laying turf outside:

As the guys had worked 13 days without a break, we booked a sunset cruise on the Kafue Queen:

Henry doing his 'Titanic' impression:

Andy - still smiling!:

The food - making everyone smile:

Two adorable children, making me smile (The hat says "CAUTION, PARTY ANIMAL BELOW"):

The Kafue River is one of the major rivers in Zambia:

The route took us between hills and provided some great views to soothe the soul:

With a magnificent finale:

Slithering Snakes!

Since living in Zambia, I have had a few encounters with snakes.


In February, perhaps the most hair-raising of them all, happened when I was sitting on the garden bench, enjoying the late afternoon sun. The bench was against the house wall n the patio and I was sat at one end of the bench.


Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, a noticed movement at the other end of the bench. Glancing in that direction, I saw a snakes head appear between the bench seat and the arm rest. I'm afraid I forgot all instructions to stay still, jumping up and dashing to the other side of the patio as far away from the bench as possible. Of course, this sudden movement startled the olive brown snake, which was about the thickness of a plastic waste pipe and very long. It retreated across the garden to the rockery, and I watched it aghast slithering away over the grass, relief and annoyance washing over me: relief that it didn't attack me and annoyance that I wasn't able to take a photo of it!


However, recent visitations by snakes, to the house, have been photographed. The first is a young mamba, about 60cm in length and the thickness of cable wire. It came out of the top of one of the pillars holding up the verandah, whilst the brickwork was being varnished:

By the time I took this photo the poor thing had been hit by a guard's stick several times!

The next snake is a puff adder: the snake that kills cattle on the farm. They are very slow and lazy, so do not move out of the way when disturbed. Cattle step on them and get bitten. This one was near the drive, where there are rocks protruding out of the soil:

About a metre in length and about the thickness of a plastic waste pipe, again it was killed by Brian, our guard on duty:

The final snake was also a young green mamba, which I killed! Again, it was on the patio and at the time I saw it, there was no one around, so following the example I had witnessed a few days' earlier, I used the broom to strike it several times, until I could see that it was dead.

Here it is being held by, very brave, Henry, showing its length as around 60cm:

I hope that is the last for a while, now that the painting and varnishing has finished.