I had received the address and basic directions from Chris Meikle to their home and I eventually found the sign board. Knocked on the gate, nothing happened. So, I decided to wait, eventually someone should come along and you can not really miss Matilda.
Again, the Zambian people amazed me. A black dude, in construction overalls, stopped and asked me if I was OK. Thumbs up and he left.
Then the gate at the address given to me opened, I approached the gate man, no, he did not know the Meikles. Then a white guy in a Discovery stopped, asked if he could help, promptly phoned Chris and I found out I was one gate away from the right house.
Chris phoned Jillian, his daughter, their gate was opened and I was formally welcomed at the Meikle home.
I parked Matilda under the carport, was shown to my room and unpacked.
Chris and his wife, Audrey eventually got home and I was advised not to leave Matilda outside. Oh damn, not a crime area, please.
The reason, Gracie, a canine wire eating and protrusion demolition expert, who would love to get her teeth into Matilda's exposed parts. So Matilda had to sleep in the lounge.