After Joseph and I went to the shopping area we walked back to the European side of the street. There literally is a European side of the street and an African side of the street in Ndanda. The main road goes straight up off the main highway (where the shopping center is), and on the right side is where the Europeans live, and there is a beautiful church and there is a farm and electricity, and a hospital. Things run relatively well on that side of the street. On the other side of the street is Africa.
Joseph wanted to do some shopping for bread coffee, eggs and milk so the German nuns have a little shop where you go to a door, and knock and the nun comes to the door and you make your order. We tried to order a cake for the next day (Joseph must not have been in great favor because the nun did not make the cake for us the next day - thanks). But they did have good bread, and coffee and eggs. Things that were not so easily come by on the other side of the road.
That evening we went down to an Indian "restaurant" in the village, Joseph said the owner was his friend. Joe and I had stopped by earlier while we were shopping to let the owner know that we would like a dinner that evening. Joseph spoke to him in English. While we were waiting we watched a Jackie Chan movie that had been dubbed into spanish and had english subtitles - not too many locals hanging out in that bar looking for entertainment. The food was okay, fried chicken and masali rice. Did I tell you I lost ten pounds in Africa. Joseph was about 120 pounds when we saw him, very skinny. The food is certainly not something to write home about!
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