Trevor returned today from a bike trip around the greater Chipata area, visiting several volunteers and meeting the new trainees.
One afternoon he hiked up a mountain/hill near Liz's site, and on the way back down the road to her village, he was walking behind two ladies chatting up a storm. Until one of them glanced back and saw Trevor; she dropped her basket of sweet potatoes and cucumbers and they ran screaming into the village.
When Trevor got back to Liz's place, Liz theorized they had been telling ghost stories involving muzungus, so seeing one on the road caused them a fright.
"It was a sobering experience," says Trevor, who is happy to be home. (Me too.)