Editor-In-Chief: Under The Zambian Stars

A few years ago, I was privileged to stay in The Royal Livingstone Hotel on the banks of the Zambezi in Zambia. The sunsets were spectacular from the bridge connecting Zambia with Zimbabwe.

At night we would sit on the deck with cocktails, and an elephant’s trunk would appear in slow motion from beneath the deck until a fully grown bull had emerged from the water, and it would walk away into the dusk.

All along the pathways to the hotel next door where we went for a night under the African stars there were signs: “Beware of the hippos and crocodiles.” Scary iyou are a city sleeker, but the locals assured us that if we walked in groups and made enough noise, we would scare the animals away. Surreal.  

On our way back I bought the most beautiful ruby ring, a mineral that is mined in Zambia. The country captured my heart, and I always wanted to go back. I’ve heard it now has a very fancy airport and business is booming. 

But now that I’m older and greyer, I have decided to not visit the same place twice, but to rather fill up my bucket list with other African counties I want to visit.  

Enter Ethiopia 

A few weeks ago, I ticked off another country on the continent, Ethiopia, on the horn of Africa, landlocked by Somalia, Eritrea, Sudan, and Kenya.

It holds memories of Queen Sheba, emperors and empresses who wore solid gold shoes, it’s the land that holds the secrets of Lucy, several hundred pieces of bone fossils representing 40% of the skeleton of a female of the hominin species Australopithecus afarensis dating back 3,2 million years ago, and only discovered in 1974.

Fascinating. And then there is the story of me putting my finger in a hole in a painting, and the lights in the museum went out. And, coincidentally, also the lights in half of Addis Ababa! Did I anger the gods?  

Next month I’ll be writing about my Ethiopian experience and why one shouldn’t assume a hole is just a hole. 

Till next time