Lusaka is a city that glimmers from the air. From the ground, it is dusty and somewhat brownish (although with many more flowers than I expected), but from the air, it glitters, as if someone took an aerial photograph of a city and liberally sprinkled it with rectangular sequins. I assume that this is the effect of metal roofs.
So I am here, all right, but incredibly tired (I maybe got eight hours of sleep over the past two days. And that’s a generous estimate). I have met the country representatives. I have learned that I’m not actually staying with a host family, but rather in some sort of communal living situation (with Zambians) called “The Ark.” I will be cooking my own meals.
It is nearly 7pm here, and dark, and I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight.