I remember kerosene lamps. They were our only source of light til I was a senior in High School in 1959. We finally got electricity that December. Great Christmas present.
Where was that village? Someone once said that the happiest man in Africa is the one with no memory. But here in Zimbabwe though things have largely stood still, it is a secret little gem. Apart from university in South Africa I have never moved, can take a 20 minute drive around 66 years and I still love it.You mention the paraffin lamps from 50 years ago. We must be around the same age. If I close my eyes I can smell the kerosene from those lamps. We bought kerosene in Debi (sp) cans and also used kerosene in our refrigerator and freezers.
The smell I remember most is when the pastoralists would burn the plains. For 2-3 months the smell of burning grass would fill the air. The sunsets were always amazing with the smoke.
The night sounds of hyena, leopard, lion and bushbaby. The evening and morning sounds of baboon, guinea, franklin and the cape collard dove.
The small village has grown up. Now, when I visit the old house, I am kept awake at night from the blasting music coming from the bars and pool halls across the highway. I am woken by the 6am Muslim morning call to prayer. Time does not improve all things.
Fortunately there are still wild spaces where we can regress to a simpler time. I too am blessed.
It is neat that your corner of the world remains largely unchanged. A lot can be said for things remaining simple.Where was that village? Someone once said that the happiest man in Africa is the one with no memory. But here in Zimbabwe though things have largely stood still, it is a secret little gem. Apart from university in South Africa I have never moved, can take a 20 minute drive around 66 years and I still love it.
I have been in Africa all my life and seen a wild pangolin just once. He was huge, just looked at me with his little eyes and sniffed to say hello. How heinous that the Chinese fuel their death trade for no good at all. Despicable.The first time I saw the green bark of the Fever Trees. Also when the Pangolin rolled up into a ball when I picked it up.
In Borrowdale? That’s awesome Kevin. How far is it from your plot to “Blue Roof” palace? Do you stay on the golf course? I was there a few years back with Raye Middleton to see if we could do something about the sewage...I agree birds are a big one John. Would you believe we have Natal Francolin here on our plot in central Borrowdale. Nightjars of course and about 65 logged species in all including giant eagle owl.