Hello from Zimbabwe!It’s Annie here. I realise I said to keep an eye on deanloades.com for the adventures of the group, and also that deanloade.com has been somewhat quiet since I got here. Apologies. We have been (a) very busy, and (b) busy in places that don’t have internet, let alone a powerpoint, so Dean has fallen a bit behind. In an effort to give him a hand, here is an entry from me…its deanloades.com, annie style.
So Africa hey. What can I say? It’s different, and slow moving, and extreme, but very pleasent and totally aweome. Zimbabweans, both black and white, are lovely people and Dean’s family are so hospitable and caring.
I wont go into detail on what, where and how we have been doing things, Dean is onto that. But I shall give you a highlight of today, which just happened not half an hour ago. Infact it’s a good example of how nice Zimbo’s (Zimbabweans) are.
We are currently on a road trip back from Mozambique, where we spent new years on the beautiful beaches there eating copious amounts of sea food, mmmm. We are now heading to Bulawayo. We spent three nights in the Chimanimani Mountains, and have been to the Great Zimbabwe Ruins on the way, but I am sure Dean will have more to say on those subjects, so I’ll leave you in suspence. Anyway, we just stopped for fuel in Msvingo. While we are stopped at the station a lady and her son asks if we would like to buy some mangoes. We say how much, she says one dollar each, we say ok, we’ll have three. Meanwhile her son pops around the other side of the car with his tray, he looked about sevenyears old. We picked some ripe ones out of his tray and pay his mum. He gives us a big happy and embaraseed smile and sophie and I melted. Sohpie asked him his name and he says “my name is Terrance” and looks very embarased. We say thank you Terrance and we were all smiles. A minute later he turns up brandishing another mango and saying “parisa”! The fuel station guy says that means ‘for free’. He gives us one of those simles and soph and I melt again. It was so sweet.
So Soph and I head into the super market, high-fiveing Terrence as we go past, which was aparently very funny according to all the people hanging around. While we’re in there we buy Terrence a chocolate bar and give it to him when we get out. He was so chuffed, we get a low-five this time, then he runs off to show his mum and it falls out of the bottom of the packet and onto the ground, but he doesn’t mind and we all laugh. I think it made both of our days.
Anyway keep an eye out for more stories, and if they don’t get here before I get home you just have to hear them straight from me. I think that’s a better deal anyway cause I’ll do them with all the voices and the actions.
Peace out, Annie.

Hello from Zimbabwe!

It’s Annie here. I realise I said to keep an eye on deanloades.com for the adventures of the group, and also that deanloade.com has been somewhat quiet since I got here. Apologies. We have been (a) very busy, and (b) busy in places that don’t have internet, let alone a powerpoint, so Dean has fallen a bit behind. In an effort to give him a hand, here is an entry from me…its deanloades.com, annie style.

So Africa hey. What can I say? It’s different, and slow moving, and extreme, but very pleasent and totally aweome. Zimbabweans, both black and white, are lovely people and Dean’s family are so hospitable and caring.

I wont go into detail on what, where and how we have been doing things, Dean is onto that. But I shall give you a highlight of today, which just happened not half an hour ago. Infact it’s a good example of how nice Zimbo’s (Zimbabweans) are.

We are currently on a road trip back from Mozambique, where we spent new years on the beautiful beaches there eating copious amounts of sea food, mmmm. We are now heading to Bulawayo. We spent three nights in the Chimanimani Mountains, and have been to the Great Zimbabwe Ruins on the way, but I am sure Dean will have more to say on those subjects, so I’ll leave you in suspence. Anyway, we just stopped for fuel in Msvingo. While we are stopped at the station a lady and her son asks if we would like to buy some mangoes. We say how much, she says one dollar each, we say ok, we’ll have three. Meanwhile her son pops around the other side of the car with his tray, he looked about sevenyears old. We picked some ripe ones out of his tray and pay his mum. He gives us a big happy and embaraseed smile and sophie and I melted. Sohpie asked him his name and he says “my name is Terrance” and looks very embarased. We say thank you Terrance and we were all smiles. A minute later he turns up brandishing another mango and saying “parisa”! The fuel station guy says that means ‘for free’. He gives us one of those simles and soph and I melt again. It was so sweet.

So Soph and I head into the super market, high-fiveing Terrence as we go past, which was aparently very funny according to all the people hanging around. While we’re in there we buy Terrence a chocolate bar and give it to him when we get out. He was so chuffed, we get a low-five this time, then he runs off to show his mum and it falls out of the bottom of the packet and onto the ground, but he doesn’t mind and we all laugh. I think it made both of our days.

Anyway keep an eye out for more stories, and if they don’t get here before I get home you just have to hear them straight from me. I think that’s a better deal anyway cause I’ll do them with all the voices and the actions.

Peace out, Annie.