Lucas bartering for chitenges in a stall deep in Chongwe market. Where else can you buy knock-off Adidas sneakers, whole fish, lacy underwear, raw meat, cell phones, and live chickens all in the same place? In every market in Zambia, apparently.
Measuring and staking a fish pond out at our technical training site before we started digging. The sky was a deep blue, the clouds were a fluffy white, the grass was vibrant green, and the rest of my cohort were sunburnt-red.
Property lines are a bit blurry here. And by that, I mean we are literally in a family’s front yard, waiting for a session to start. It was laundry day that day.
The view from our training center. Who said Africa wasn’t beautiful? Oh, right. Nobody said that. I think I’m slowly becoming spoiled by gorgeous sunsets, starry nights, and lush greenery everywhere.
Checking out some of the ponds we’ll be managing during training. Banana trees are everywhere here!
Logan and Luke returning from the grocery store in town, successfully displaying a safety mitigation technique (discouraging would-be pickpockets) while highlighting an unfortunate downside (look like dorks).
My little sister Malenga. She’s adorbs. I had a sneaking suspicion before, but I’m now absolutely certain that if I ever have a daughter, that little monster will have me wrapped around her finger a hundred times over.