This week, I experienced things I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined.
1. I took a golf lesson and used the driving range.
This was my first golf lesson...but even more unique was hitting on the driving range. There weren't any fake grass mats with the little plastic tees, we were basically on a rough patch of grass/weeds outside the entrance.
My teacher called to a young guy who was hanging around the course. I wasn't quite sure why he was there until he ran out into the field and I realized that his job was to shag the balls I hit!
Since I'm not that great a golfer - I hit the first ball to the left, then to the right and this poor chap is busy running from side to side, up and back...
Also, without the plastic tube tees, my teacher would fluff up some grass and put the ball on top of the grass...and, of course, there's no machine that pours out balls into a metal basket - we used the balls we had and hoped the guy shagging the balls got them all!
It's interesting to note that about 15-20 years ago, there was a greater emphasis on sports and some very good athletes came out of Zambia. My teacher was one who benefitted from the opportunity to learn to play. Now, there are hardly any Zambian kids who play golf (although the course where I had my lesson has taught a few kids from the local compound).
For only $12 for an hour's lesson, it was totally worth the lesson AND the experience! Oh, almost forgot, I paid the ball retriever $3. Not bad...
2. Second, I paid off a police officer - first time EVER!
I was pulled over for speeding...I don't know how fast I was going, but I was behind a big truck and I know that there is NO way they could shoot (what I'm assuming is a poor quality) radar gun at the truck - and again at me, within a split second.
So, after pulling me over, the lady cop - Yvonne - sidles over with a big smile on her face and tells me I was speeding. I said, "Really, I can't believe that. How much is the ticket?" "It's 180,000 kwacha" (which is about $36).... I started to protest that I don't have that much money on me, but all the while, I could sense that she was willing to let me go for a bit of "lunch money." I'd heard enough stories from people who just gave the cops their "lunch money" and drove away - and, the other folks (those with more integrity!) who insisted on an officially written ticket, so they don't become part of the corruption that is so rampant in this country.
Clearly, I was willing to aid and abet the corruption. Who knows what will be next in my life of crime! It's a slippery, downhill slope...I need help!
3. Third,we saw a polo cross match.
Imagine this - three people to a team, all riding on horses turning on a dime and galloping at full speed - holding a lacrosse stick (slightly rounder shape from what we're used to) trying to throw a rubber bouncy ball in between the goal posts.
It was an amazing sight and very fun to watch. Who knew that such a sport existed - and that they play it here in Zambia- one of the poorest country in the world!!!
Horses can be purchased and the labor to care for the horses is cheap - so it makes it more affordable than in the U.S. and people who like to ride get into this sport because it's fast paced and fun.
John's boss is the one who built the pitch (the field) - cleared the land, seeded it, put in sprinklers and built a clubhouse.
The guy on the left has the ball and he's looking to pass it to his #1 player. Only the #1 player can shoot the ball into the goal - the rest of the guys are trying to keep the #1 player from getting the ball.
The guy in the front is the #1 player so he's trying to get to the goal ahead of the others -- because he has to bounce the ball on a line about 20 feet from the goal, catch it, then throw it into goal.
No comments:
Post a Comment