Usually riding in a Peace Corps cruiser is the best possible way to get to Lusaka: it's (relatively) fast, it's free (thanks, taxpayers!), the driver is never drunk, and you may be crammed in with other people but at least you know them and they usually don't stink. But yesterday the combination of looking sideways (the back seats face the middle), being post-going-away-party hungover (some of us), and inhaling a disturbing unwashed smell caused the middle passenger to lose his breakfast all over the rest of us. At least we were almost to town, so we mopped up with TP, cranked open the windows, and tried not to think about it.
Readers paying close attention may sense a theme developing here. Here's hoping it does not continue to develop.
We were delivering one of the passengers to Lusaka to "ring out" and go home. As a parting gift, she gave me her travel charm, a banged-up toy car. She says she always gets a good hitch when she makes it offerings of her favorite candy. Clearly she neglected it yesterday.