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on donations to run the school but that the donations came from Toronto, specifically from
my parish, St. Benedict! The donations were made through Dr. Simone, a Toronto doctor
who sold everything to work with the poor. His organization, Canadian Food for Children
worked in Haiti and other places such as this mission in Zambia. It was quite surreal to
have such a close connection with this school. It was times like this that I was so annoyed
that my camera was broken. After the visit, I was invited to have breakfast with the sisters
and I promised to write to them (which I did at the end of the tour.)
I returned to the parish to get my bike and to say good-bye to the priests. I started
the day simply by walking my bike for the first few kilometres really just to 'warm up' the
legs. I hopped on the bike and from the start managed a good pace. I decided to maintain
my five minutes of walking routine which really helped my over-all performance.
Under an overcast sky, I only had to contend with some light drizzle and one short
sectionofroadthathintedofZaïre.Theterrainitselfconsistedofrollinghillsandwaseasy
to cycle. I passed through a few small villages but didn't stop. A truck approached from
the rear and the driver honked his horn to get my attention. He pulled up beside me and I
stopped. He was South African and was on his way home. He then offered me a lift to Pre-
toria. I thanked him all the same but told him that I wanted to savour these beautiful roads.
He wished me all the best and drove off. In hindsight, that very short delay was a blessing
for before I resumed cycling, I noticed a small tear on the sidewall of the front tire. I then
lowered the tire pressure to avoid a blowout and kept cycling to Kabwe.
I arrived into Kabwe well past lunchtime and cycled up to St. Mary's Parish run by
theSalesians.FatherAndrew,ayoungPolishpriestwelcomedmeandIatemylunchaswe
talked. I then took a shower and spent the afternoon watching a funny movie called 'Dom
Comillo' with Father Fan. I returned to my room to write in my journal and the village's
ambiance was so peaceful and quiet that I fell asleep with my pen in hand and the journal
on my chest.
The next morning, I woke up early and had everything ready for departure. I ate
breakfastandgaveallthepriestsavintageCanadianpin.AssoonasIlefttheparishitstar-
ted to rain. At first it was a light drizzle, but then it came down harder. However I didn't
seek refuge but I continued nonetheless. Again, I maintained my five-minute walk routine
to break up my cycling as I rode on an impeccable road over undulating hills.
I stopped for lunch with 81 kilometres-to-go and bought 10 doughnuts, 9 bananas
and two orange soft drinks. I sat under a tree and ate in silence. I packed the leftovers and
remained under the tree to say the Rosary. I resumed cycling and passed by kilometres of
tall grass and trees. By 7:00 p.m., I arrived within 9 kilometres of Lusaka. Since the road
was being repaired for the next 6 kilometres, I decided not to risk getting a flat tire and
walked for long stretches.
It surprised me how quickly it became dark. It was too dangerous to cycle on the
highway with the increased amount of traffic and potholes, so I decided to cross the road
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