I was at Harare International Airport yesterday. With Zambia Airways deciding to withdraw their services, our description of our airport being international is largely attributed to the fact that South African Airways and Kenya Airways still find it worthwhile flying into Zimbabwe. Anyway whilst I was waiting for my partner to come through customs I noticed this long queue of people trying to get into the airport. The crowd was being marshaled by the airport police. What were they after? Cash. Imagine that the desperation to get money makes you go to the airport to use a small banking agency in the arrivals hall.
Welcome to Zimbabwe, and please join a queue.
There was a time when returning friends and family would bring home luxuries. I got an email asking me if there were any last minute basics that I needed. These days basics mean items like toilet paper and toothpaste. I thought I’d chance my arm and say a peppermint aero which I got as well as some fabulous other bits and pieces to keep my pecker up. My partner tends to load her backpack as full as possible which makes her look like she’s about to topple backwards. Over correcting means that she looks like she’s praying which might be a good idea if you’re a returning resident.