I think the Easter Bunny has lost my address....no eggs delivered, and I am suffering from extreme chocolate cravings.
To compensate a few of us went for a long drive on Sunday, Westwards towards the Namibian border. What followed can only happen in Africa; 50km out we stopped and had an impromptu picnic; on the side of the road. Perched on small hand-crafted stools, we welcomed the day with a couple of Amstel lagers, toasting all passers-by. Many slowed down to ask if we were Ok, or if we needed assistance, most waved and cheered as they drove past.
Later the road turned to dirt, and around lunch time we stopped for another round of refreshments. The dogs chased chickens and barked at local villagers who came out to watch the spectacle of a bunch of slightly inebriated white people celebrating Easter Sunday.
A man rode past on his bicycle, some trussed-up chickens tied to the handle bars, so we bought them, planning on making a fire and cooking them for lunch. However the beers distracted us somewhat, and we ended up being invited in to a stranger's house for a supper of fried fish and sadza (a porridge-type food made from groung maize) - a very hospitable gentleman. To thank him we gave a gift of one of the chickens.
The rest of the chickens are now earning their keep on the lawn, eating caterpillars.
