Best Player -2-

Settling down was never an easy task if you were to work in Africa. It was until that day I finally realized I was here to work, not for fun, nor for escaping from anything as I'd planned, even though I tried hard to ignore this bleak fact. I stayed in Lusaka for only one jet-lagged night, not having a clue why the air here was so sweet to breathe.

The next day, I continued my trip to a place unknown, a place, as I learned later, named Choma. On this 500 km road trip, the driver had stopped only three times along the way: the first time, we stopped and bought tons of cheap but sweet bananas, the second stop, we peed, and the third, we had a flat tire.  It didn't take Arnold the driver too long to fix it though and we hit Choma at lunch time. Along the way, I couldn't shut my eyes despite of several sleepless nights. Everywhere I eyed is a fabulous paint. One minute a go I was enjoying these trees, unchained, all growing to its own destined shape, and the next minute, I was fascinated by the long stretching meadow under the cloudless ultra blue sky. Even the road itself was a masterpiece as if it was not any transporting facility but a passage scarcely trespassed, not known to the outside world, and was leading to a wonderland.

Best Player -1-

Around this time last year, I had no idea why I'd made the decision to drop off everything and move to Zambia. I didn't even know of this country. I think I was trying to escape something, something to do with esteem, something strong, something unspeakable, just like whenever you think of a flower, you presume it's fragrant, but as you draw your nose near, all you inhale is, but a smell of the  lingering cigarette smoke. Maybe yes, I got somehow tired of my life then.


It happened that same traditional way--farewell, good bye, take care. 


The flight, as I remembered, was both long and boring, even though I tried hard to make it a little fun by sending postcard at every stop. Unlike most long-distant travelers, I enjoy staring at the obnoxious little red spot on the GPS screen the whole time, figuring out where I was and which direction I was heading for--I'm always a good map reader.

24 hours flying, three stops, four meals, I finally arrived at my destination--Lusaka. I hadn't have much time appreciating the warm tropical breeze before I found myself in a pickup, where nobody spoke a word. In fact, no sound of human voice was needed. Everything you'd do was to gaze at the blue sky and velvet soft dark skinned people under the sun.

意外发现

差不多忘记这个地方了。若不是天朝一直屏蔽google产品，我大概也是个高级用户了吧。既然天朝不能用，我就在非洲高原继续发热。


掐指算来，离开blogger四年。四年的时光能完成多少卓越的成就？
多少懵懂大学生毕业
多少无知少年失足
多少青春少女嫁人
多少人擦肩而过
多少贵妇从天而降
......
似乎这样看来，四年前的记忆，稚嫩也好，青涩也好，总能在不堪回首当中，找到甜的味道。

四年来，我身边发生了很多事情，遇到很多人。这些事情说起来可以是一生的bedtime stories. 曾经以为眼下拥有的一切就是整个人生，与这四年相比下来，真正的人生又岂是朝夕之间的变换？我试图想对过去这几年做个总结，可是写出来并不能保证都是美好的回忆。对不起的人太多，受到的照顾太多，我能做到的，我想，是一辈子不忘。