We stayed in a place called “River Sounds Lodge,” in Murambinda. It should be renamed “Shebeen Sounds Lodge…”
The music didn’t let up all night, and even in the very early morning, the birds were unable to compete with the blaring cacophony. It seems Murambinda nightclub owners don’t bother to turn their sound systems off when their customers depart.
Murambinda is a bustling dust-road town in the district of Buhera….OK I’ll stop with the geography lesson: Murambinda is a dump. There is no other word for it! The streets are dust, the buildings haphazard and wiggly waggly all over the show with no trees for shade. Ugly heaps of rubble are just piled up where the council pushed them out of the way when they built the roads! And the sad thing is, Murambinda is positioned in a pretty place, nestled among kopjies with a river running through the middle of the town.
We eventually gave up trying to sleep and not-bright, but very early, sat waiting for the survey gang, who, by the way, spent a restful night camping at the local SDA church yard. Watching people start their day in Murambinda, with the long sloping early morning light, I couldn’t resist a few pics…
Two ladies, walking slowly, chatting companionably. The wheelbarrow is loaded with wares, hawked from under a tree, or carried amongst the crowds milling about at the bus stops. She sells penny-cool (plastic, cold drink filled tubes,) sweets, cigarettes that are sold singly, pens!
It was cold, and so I sat in the car with the heater on, my camera balanced on the door and took these pics over the wing-mirror.
I thought this poor little guy, on his way to school, looked lonely!
More school kids – these guys, at least ten minutes after the girls passed this way!
And THIS guy….was late! He shot past us, way after all the others had gone! Africa time clearly isn’t applicable with HIS teacher!
Seems Paul Mpofu liked the town so much, he wrote a song about it!!!