I was sitting on the deck, doing my normal admin thing, when the sightseeing boat arrived back at the jetty.
There were many dignitaries and uniformed men around. I asked one of the uniformed men what this was all about. He was part of the personal guard of His Excellency, the Chief of the Chewa tribe, who was here for a seminar. In for a penny, in for a pound, so I asked if he could arrange for me to meet the Chief, which he duly did.
The Chief asked about me and my trip, offered his condolences and wanted to know about my destination from Livingstone. I told him that I was initially heading for Lake Malawi, but because of the Covid related inconsistency of the ability to cross the Malawian border, in or out, I was not sure. He suggested I go to Samfya on Lake Bengweula and stay at the Chita Lodge. Take the Great North road from Lusaka, turn right at Kapiri Mposhi, just after Serenje, turn left towards Samfya. On this road, there is a 3 km long bridge that I had to see. The lake is beautiful and I would not be disappointed, but he advised me against swimming in the lake, as it is full of crocodiles. We spoke for a while longer, I thanked him, he wished me well and I went back to my admin.
I was then approached by another gentleman who joined me for a beer. Wilson Zimba, qualified Psychologist and teacher at a local medical school. He gave me more details about getting to Samfya and indicated the area on my totally outdated Africa Atlas. My trip and the Brandon Bosch Foundation was discussed and he said that he would really want to be a part of this. He told me of the prevalence of depression and related suicide numbers in Zambia, some with children as young as 8 years old.
This rocked my boat. Why am I encountering all of these people and WTF am I getting myself into?
Time for beef curry supper. Put on everything I could find and go to bed. It was going to be another cold night.