Registering our marriage

So this is what a wedding is like

Atkins and I are planning our wedding blind, because I have never attended a Zambian wedding, and, surprisingly, neither has Atkins (I don't count him being late to his sister's).

Fortunately, the other day we were having a drink at a hotel where two wedding parties came through for photo shoots, so at least I know a bit more about the attire now.

The rebel within us all

Well I guess when you live with daily corruption, nepotism and unreliable amenities you get your power trips where you can....

There are pies here!

I have seen them around, but always been a bit scared to try. The thought of fatty, luke-warm meat and soggy pastry was not appealing. But the other day, it was pie or starve, so I chose pie. And Oh My Goodness! It was DELICIOUS! New Zealand has some pie competition.

P.S. This was taken during the most unlikely wedding planning meeting ever. The man who was supposed to do our decorations for the wedding has dropped of the face of the earth. So our neighbour gave us the number of someone else. She told us to come and see her in her lunch break at the main hospital. We ended up discussing colour schemes in front of a room full of (probably bewildered) women waiting for gynecological exams!

Culinary delights?

So I thought this was weird...



















But apparently not!




And this is definitely hilarious. I wonder how it tastes? Bitter? Sweet? Odd aftertaste? [NB my mother-in-law to be I would describe as sweet and strong]

Sweet wheels

Teenage boys are the same everywhere