We have a new car! Now that the road is repaired (hooray!
Also, more about this later), we can drive a smaller vehicle.
In May, the government of Zambia removed the fuel subsidies
that they used to provide, which caused a 22% increase in gasoline prices. We
now pay over $7 a gallon (just under $2 a liter), and driving a large vehicle
no longer seemed practical.
Another nice bonus is that our new little Toyota is an
automatic. Despite my very great desire, I still haven’t learned how to drive a
manual car.
Now that we have an automatic, I can help with the driving.
I drove halfway home from Mansa last week, and then I drove for a couple hours
on our way down to Lusaka. Aside from all the people and goats and chickens on
the side of the road, the roads I’ve driven on were mostly empty with very few
other vehicles.
This week though, we were down in Lusaka to collect a
volunteer from the airport. As is normal for our Lusaka trips, we ended up with
a huge to-do list. As I waited for an alarm to be installed on the car (Toyotas
are frequently stolen and used as taxis), Tom jumped into a rented pickup truck
to take care of some other errands. The plan was that he would meet up with me
later, but if time ran out I would head to the airport with Troy. It was a
straight shot, and though traffic in Lusaka is horrendous, the airport route
wouldn’t be too bad.
This all changed though when Tom called and said he needed
extra money and would I please hit up an ATM quickly before going to the
airport. Sounds simple enough, right? Yeah.
Getting to an ATM near where we both were meant driving down
the absolute worst section of town--Cairo Road. Lusaka was designed for 100,000
people way back in the time of British rule. Now it is home to 3 million people
with no real road changes.
Cairo is the main business section and is often just
a mass of cars vying for the few parking places and pulling in and out of
various businesses. Pedestrians flow across the road, frequently using any gap
in traffic rather than marked crosswalks. Even the crosswalks are barely marked
and there are few traffic signals so you simply have to watch everything
because you don’t know when someone will walk right in front of your car.
Thankfully we’re all going so slowly that any accident would likely be
uneventful. To make it even more
exciting, there are street vendors walking among the lanes of traffic selling
everything from car phone chargers to underwear to blow-up globes of the world.
I finally made it to our preferred bank, but of course there
were no parking places. There are always men standing around on Cairo Road
hoping to earn a few pennies by directing traffic and helping people locate
parking places. They’ll also happily break into your car if you don’t reward
them for their efforts. One such man was motioning to me to ‘wait, wait’, and
then ‘come this way’, then ‘wait, wait’. Finally, I simply stopped on the road
behind other parked cars and dashed over to the ATM while Troy stayed in the
car to guard it, and then hurried back to the car. Our new friend earned fifty
cents for his help.
I got back into the muddle of traffic and headed north to
where Tom was waiting semi-patiently for the cash. I quickly did the hand off
and then rushed back to the car, noting that I now had only 30 minutes to make
it out to the airport in time to meet the volunteer.
At this point I desperately needed to find a bathroom and my
blood sugar had also dropped drastically. I needed to find a gas station with a
restaurant, pronto.
Trial by Fire--Part two tomorrow.
Exactly Three Years Ago: SIMC: LARPing edition (boy, do I miss my kids!)
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