is one thing to be a tourist, another to live in Africa. You gotta do it while eating, tidying the house, doing laundry, haircut and maybe rifarti the color white because the roots begin to show up, take off that damn callus that was formed under the right big toe .. Well, some things can do no other. Well done, you guessed it: there are no women's hairdressers, hair dyes are the only deep black and pedicure do not know what they are. Or rather is full of hair that you put the extensions (those pigtails plastic attacks your hair) but you must have an African woman's hair, similar to steel wool to scrape the pots to apply them if not the four European hair that you find them on the head with irreparable. The pedicure: what do I do as the maximum of the shoes that you see around are rubber flip-flops?
Then a distant memory of Mario made by cutting the hair, mousy hair graying and the painful callus go to the grocery store. In all Shoprite Zambia the emperor. And 'the equivalent of close to two supermarkets where you will find everything you can find anywhere else (one for all the Camambert, although in four months appeared two times and costs as a truffle of Alba), the undisputed realm Unilever , Nestle, Colgate. 
Will you fly or nose even here the "Quick" is called "Sunlight", the soap "Dove" with the flight of doves, the infinite series of body lotions that go under the name "Vaseline", the 'inevitable "Vim" but only in powder form (you can tell that there do not consider the African hands worthy of care), and on with "Coccolino" 
. Children from birth to early adolescence and then feed on "Nest" before and "Nesquik" below. Stubbornly declare war on the multinational, the clothes I wash them with the "Boom" and hydrate the skin with me "Novacare" produced in Zambia are less than half and make the same effect of rich relatives. The "Boom" is a turquoise-colored paste that dissolves in water and is a must for Zambian women, we do not give up for anything in the world. 
all'inshima How can we not give up. And here we open the chapter of what you eat. The Zambians eat inshima, a white polenta like we do in Venice, but much, much thicker, accompanied by the inevitable rapes, a kind of Catalonia that we exist, or leaves cassava (ditto). Inescapable is the cabbage and tomatoes, onions and green peppers are used to flavor the leaves above-mentioned. 
All drowned in some deciliter of cooking oil by the unmistakable smell of oil Strausa Mc Donald. 
This type of vegetables are the traditional markets that are a real feast for the eyes. Sometimes they appear as scrambled eggs or Kapenta (fish caught in Lake Kariba, dried and ribollita) and if you're lucky chicken 
. All right, you can do once, twice, three times, but not twice a day for a lifetime. Also because your stomach is not used, the local polenta causes heartburn important. Nothing to do with Indian food, however, that I have already plenty of talk about, just go there to fire from the tongue to end of gut. 
The tragedy is when you finish the Maalox, local products are the effect of the antacid tablets Leone. I say instead that "Bush Rats are a delicacy fried and, as an added value, make you run fast, just like a mouse. 
I were proposed to stop the minibus Kafue together with another delicacy, the caterpillars spit. Unfortunately it was a bit 'early for lunch and I had to give. Why do you do that? It 'just the same face that they do here when I say that the Zambian us up there eat rabbits. That is showing the same cot, chef here at Olga's, when I gave the recipe for rabbit cacciatore. 
