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This blog will be an account my life working in a Refugee camp in Northern Zambia called Mwange. For the next year, I will be working for Right to Play, a sport and development organization based out of Toronto. What follows will be a life altering experience. Stay tuned....
Monday, June 20, 2005
June 16th
As a birthday present to myself, I went golfing today. The course I went to, called Chainama was quite nice, though not very green and well kept. Originally I had wanted to go to a course that was closer to the house, but little did I know that it was a private course and my t shirt and shorts were against the rules.
When I showed up at the second course, I was immediately accosted by caddies wanting to carry my bags. They couldn’t fathom the thought of me wanting to carry my own bag. As I teed off, one of the caddy’s started following me and giving me tips, and I eventually caved and let him carry my bag. He even played the back nine with me and man did he kick my ass. He had been a caddy at the course since 1972 and his game was amazing. I think he pared or birdied every hole!
After the game I went to a market in a housing compound right beside the course. I made a quick decision to have my haircut in one of the local barbers. Little did I know that the guy only had a razor for cutting and the guy had never cut a white man's hair before. I ended up cutting half of the hair myself, though it was worth the 50 cents I paid for the haircut. It was cute to see most of the kids in the area come to see the Muzungu have his hair cut and laughing at me the whole time… very funny (so is the haircut)…
