Settling back into the magic and mayhem of Zimbabwe

The rains are here. Wet earth and drenched grasses. Bird notes, and cicadas and frogs, and cars and dogs. The contrasting silence of 4am. Utter. No immersion, no pump, no mosquito.

So much has happened already, but I’ve had no internet access at home, and I’m having to write this quickly at another location, but will try and post properly soon. In the meantime, here are a few photos:

Charity:

Vimbai, with Hugo:

Moses admiring the sculpture of a horse made from spare car parts:

Taurai:

Still craziness and mishaps, but no more road blocks, and there’s definitely a different energy this time. So much to tell you, but later, when internet is restored!