18th of September, 2018.
The bus take hours to leave. At least I have a place in the window but I am not in a spot where I could open it. We leave almost ten o’clock! And it is just beginning. Apart of the seats being too small, the weather unbelievably, and the people way too noisy, the bus would stop all the time to collect more and more passengers, even sometimes making a long line in the middle of the bus until the next town.
I have my sandwiches for lunch and it is when I realize how salty Phiona’s peanut butter is. Hehe.
At some point, when the bus stop to get some passengers, there is this woman and a man, I have no idea how related they are, and she has just her purse as luggage. When she is trying to board, I just se a piece of close flying in the air, and then her purse on the floor. The man does not want her to leave. She collect her stuff from the floor and try to board again, but now he is holding her purse, not letting her go. It take a few minutes until three guys working for the bus company get out and try to do something. When they finally do, they help the woman to get free and she boarded. Fuck you, ogre asshole!
We arrive around five o’clock in Bulawayo. I need to find a church to overnight.
The bus stop in the middle of a busy street market and I think that if I had time I could by a second hand short to make as pyjamas.
The first church, just around, looks like a mosque. If it was? I do not know, I did not ask. The lady with whom I talk to, could not decide if I could stay or not and nobody responsible was around. She tells me where I could find another church. The next one, a beautiful one, made of bricks, there is also no one responsible around anymore. Damn it! The third one, just on the corner, it is an international one. It is a big building, with a lot of spots where I could put my sleeping bag, but after talking to the responsible, he say he could not help me. Terrific! The fourth church I go that day it is a Presbyterian one. I talk with a lovely lady called Louisa and she let me stay. She shows me a room where I could sleep and say I could cook outside. I met her son, a very smart boy, and we talk for a while. I am just a little sad because I think he did not believe me when I told him not to be a rich person. I sleep pretty well and next morning, after my porridge and to meet Louisa’s husband, I leave accompanied by Louisa’s daughter, Carolina, who would show me where to grab the bus to Vic Falls. Thank you so much, Louisa and family, for your generosity!