Jack finishes the song...
A continuation from the previous video.
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A few weekends ago Jack and I went on a little trip to a crocodile farm just outside of Lusaka.
So since Christmas we've been playing quite a bit of the bean bag toss game. It's got another name, a more appropriate name since the bags aren't actually filled with beans, but with corn. So Cornhole it is.
On Friday Jack's class put on a performance with the other classes from the Early Learning Center at the American Int'l School.
Our campsite was right on the river. Given that we were 5, we wisely chose to put up two tents. Jack and I were in the dudes' tent and Katherine, Diana and Sam were in the ladies' and guys still in diapers' tent.
120 or so km south from Lusaka, then another 50 km or so on dirt roads, the majority of the time on a single track. We drove from Lusaka to Chirundu, on the Zimbabwe border (which is the Zambezi), then turned left and headed off the tarmac.
Back from Northwestern Province, where for the past three days I had early mornings and long days. Solwezi and Mwinilunga and all points in between. Copper mines, Peace Corps villages, honey and pineapple farmers, refugee camps, community radio stations, and long stretches of road with no traffic but lots of people watching what little bit of the world that passes their villages go by.