Livigston at Grubby's

Bart and Ollie

Just woke up sitting on this porch, enjoying the freshness of this beautiful garden, Grubby’s home is so fine, it this old Norwegian/Colonial styled home in the middle of Livingston. Grubby is crazy sweet New Zea-lander that has been living out her since 1989, own a white river water rafting business called Raft Extreme.  Just jumping a little, these Zambian folks are so nice, there is just another feel about them, they have such open smiles and a nice walk about them.  Since I have been out here this morning I have been made felt at home.  Bart just surfaced, this man is unbelievable, drank like a sinking battle ship, and is floating this morning as if he had not taken any liquids in the night before.   In our days at school there were always guys who lived out here in Zambia, thinking about it they were chilled out, just a lucky go bunch. 

Know that I have slowed down feeling the moment; I am going to back track a little and get yesterday, feeling and actions on and into place.

Yesterday started off with a lots of excitement, I was moving on over the Zambezi river into Zambia, Rex suggested that I leave on Monday or when Bart would come back from Livingston back to his river camp, knowing what I experienced yesterday I am happy I was shown Livingston though Bart/Grubby. Got started packing early in the morning, with the little Kelly girls, helping me in some way or another?  Bettina fixed us a nice homely breakfast, and I got the rest of the packing together, kisses / hugs, and we were off to the River for some fishing before I was going to cross over to Zambia.  Amy went to sleep and so it was just only Megan to accompany us, his little girls are like little bush babes.  Rex got a mate Kevin to meet us at a river bank, and we were on our way fishing. There were nothing happening trawling, so went through to the rapids, tied up onto the bank and we all got our lines into the water.  Kevin and his mates, got worms onto their lines, and Rex and I got lure whizzing up and down the rapids.  The other guys got a few barbells, and we managed to catch nothing, besides fresh air and some sun. Megan fell into the river, off the side, she did well, and soon afterwards she was full of smiles again. 

Not long after that Rex, Megan and I were dropped off at the bank, with the meeting of a snake and a hotel worker throwing stones with meaning.  Rex managed to get the snake to move on before it was knocked by a stone. 

Headed off to the boarder, got there at about 3.30pm, everyone was relaxed, can’t blame them it was Sunday.  I am not practicing what I always told myself, keep calm and that was already not happening, but eventually got through the Botswana border, onto the pontoon, and was floating towards Zambia.

My mood was changing rather fast, with a few Zambian hustlers trying to be of serves, clever fucks.  I was starting to boil, I could not even enjoy cruise across the Zambezi.  The border went of nicely, with willing and helping folk, till I got out of to find my way to Beuro de change.  My mates were back hustling me again, my fault I was allowing them to get to me.  I must learn for my travel forwards, not to take notice and watch my back. Thank God a lady immigration officer told me, when I get my third party come insurance permit, I should make sure the documents had small print on the back of it.  As true as nuts, it was happen, they were trying to give me one of their home made document.  I was so keen to lean into them, and was not helping my karma. I eventually was helped by a truck driver, and things went rather sweetly, and I was seen out of the border with the help form a customs guy that helped with a Toll fee, I felt so good I was on my way, and feeling rather, happy. 

Took a drive into town, things are looking so nice, they have done so much with this town, so clean and happening.  The Shoprite has made such a change to the town; it’s like walking into one of centre back home, but with feel of appreciation.

Just been explained the meaning of wake and bake, have joint, it makes so much sense, that is all you do is bake and get nothing done.  I say I am so happy that I have stopped baking myself, I’m  enjoying this free and fresh mind space I have in my life at the moment, and hope there won’t be any more waking and baking in my life.

Seeing old Grubby, getting worked up in his world of work, I thank my gods, for the peace I’m having with no staff members and general business challenges.  I should not sound ungrateful, staffs have meant allot to me over the years, giving me pure feeling of appreciations, humbleness, and love.  They have helped me to relies life is possible without a lot of material wealth and many more other things.

These guys just piss it up the whole day.  Yesterday I was even asked to roll a joint by one of these guys, almost thinking that my clean time, has to do with my fear of drugs, dame write, drugs make you into a fool.  Looking at them makes me feel that I have done the right thing to stop using. 

What happening in the past few days, that I am trying to find a balance, is with prejudgment of others, that I come into contact with; I need to carry on my step work, once I start chilling out? It will happen, patients. They say we should always make time for a bit of step work every day.  I will try to apply myself a little tonight, it has passed it will have to be this morning. 

Looking at some of these street hustlers, explain why our country has it crime problems, one should be really proud of where we come from, our world is so much easier to survive, with all our infrastructures we have in place.  We just have to get our rugby into action, because there are a lot of kiwis around and they like to make cunts of us. 

Got up early this morning trying to down load Map Source upgrades, because yesterday the line kept dropping. I am in the mix, looks like this upgrade has stopped my program from freezing up, just have to make sure I don’t lose the baldly thing, or get lynched some ware on my trip, and come back home again with only the close on my back.

Bart and his mates have gone out looking for action; we will have to see when they will get back if they do at all.  Recon going to take the bicycle ride into town, feel the streets of Livingston, on two wheels.

All forms of security guards float around with AK 47, just if it was like the Wild West.  Fishing is the next biggest things after smoking a joint or getting pissed for all these white guys I have met, work only get done after all that has be spoke or taken place.  It is rather strange sitting around lot goof balls, funny enough I am still cooked, and enjoy allot of the moments.  Like I told Rex that one has to change when they have children, otherwise the confusion they would receive emotionally would not be fair. There I must say Rex and Batina are champions at that, you can just see it in their kids.

At Grubby home a whole lot of folks are camping in the garden.  They are volunteers that travel around the area, I a great big buss giving free literature to all the kids.  The amazing thing I that they even paying for their stay whilst doing this service of love.  There are so many good folk out there and they should be blessed.

These white boys and girls remind me of what I use to be, goof ball and I am so glad I am going forward with light around my thoughts and feelings.

Love you for the moment, later will catch up again when I get into internet zones.

Love