This past weekend was very busy for me, I spent Saturday at Bally Vaughan, which is a game park. You can go for the day, which includes; a safari ride, lunch, walking through the animal orphanage and a elephant ride, you can spend the night at one of their lodges or you can go on your own (which is what I did with friends) which limits you to the animal orphanage, the restaurant and the damn for swimming. Various people sponsor the animal orphanage and helps rehabilitate injured and abused animals. It was nice to walk around and see monkeys in and out of cages, lions and hyenas (in cages) and all sorts of other animals I have never heard of before. We sat outside and had a nice lunch infront of the damn. I saw for the first time ever a zonkey (a zebra crossed with a donkey) and a zorse (a zebra crossed with a horse). The zorse was brown and black striped (like a zebra) with the body size of a zebra but the shape of a horse. The zonkey was again striped like a zebra, colour and size of a donkey with the shape of a zebra. If you want to know how they breed this animal, it’s beyond me and when someone first told me about it, I thought they were kidding but I have witnessed it with my own eyes. They have marmots that run around the park, they are 2 teams of 30 each. They are mischievous little creatures who like to crawl up in your engine and chew the wires. All in all it was a good day. I spent Sunday in church. A woman I had met that week had asked if I would come to her church, she is one of the pastors there and wanted me to see what it was all about. It was a Baptist church in a field in a farming community. It’s an off road kind of place where potholes are an understatement of what you are driving in, it’s like 1 big ditch. I was impressed that my car actually survived and made it through with flying colours. The service started at 10 and finished just after 1. It was all in Shona with dancing and singing. I had someone translate the whole time, which was nice for me but probably very distracting for him. I was introduced as a guest and asked to speak, which I wasn’t prepared for. I then had someone translate for me as my Shona is still very primitive. Church was followed by lunch of sadza and cabbage, which I must say I missed the sadza not so much the cabbage. Then at about 4pm I went home. It was a long day but a good one and I was able to see what a real enclosed farming community is like. They live completely to themselves, they all help out and work together to feed and support one another; it’s an older community where before this church came 2 years ago, it was a native spiritual community. This means that their faith was based on spirits, ancestors and medicine men or witch doctor. I haven’t personally seen any of this kind of thing and I am told that it’s unlikely because I am white and so won’t be seen by a witch doctor.