The week we spent packing up so the house would be ready to show, and so that we could get the first load to Houston was jam packed! Sunday, September 23 we picked up the longest U-Haul available, 26 feet long, and with the help of our friend Harry, his two sons and nephew the loading started. I drove to Detroit
to pick Meghan up at the airport. In the meantime the husbands of my two good friends appeared to lend a much needed hand. The friends also popped in to visit, but I was till in Detroit contending with road construction delays. I finally got Meghan at the airport, just an hour late, and after more traffic delays and a looonnnnnnggggggg wait to cross the border back to Canada we arrived back in London.
The next morning was Tom's 56th birthday. We sang "Happy Birthday" and left in the van for Houston. It took a bit to get used to driving it, but even Meghan got the hang of it and did quite well. We stayed nights in Indianapolis (bedbugs for me) and Little Rock (spiders!). The parking brake also gave out so I had to maneuver the van so it wouldn't accidentally roll away. Up early Wednesday morning and made it in time for rush hour on the Beltway.We unpacked what we could that night.
Thursday we had hired help to unload the heavy furniture.
Wow! Fitting together our large inventory of furniture from the
London house into the Houston house was quite a feat. I had sold quite a
bit in London prior to moving. So, Mary and I flew back to London on that
Saturday. We continued packing up for the last trip down.
Tom's awkward "going away" party was on Tuesday afternoon.
And was weird. His boss made it subtly known that we were stupid
for going to Africa, that Tom didn't "really do any mining", etc.
etc. etc. Then his wife showed up late, and was patronizing. The
next morning the office manager claimed it was just because the boss's feelings
were hurt (he is the president.) But when Tom did his exit interview with
the HR person, it was admitted that the anti-American sentiment was wearing thin
on all of them.
We picked up the van on Tuesday morning. Tom, Mary and I
loaded it up that night and Wednesday evening. Wednesday afternoon we signed
our part of the papers at the lawyer's office. Then Thursday Tom went to
work, Mary and I finished up the last of the packing and cleaning. We stepped
out to run errands and have lunch with Tom, and by the time we returned (about
2 pm) to the house to pick up my last load of laundry, they new owners were
already inside with their workmen.
I will say that the way of doing real estate transactions in Canada
is quite different than the US. Everything is done with the intention
that buyer/seller never meet. Of course, that didn't work for either
party in this case. They asked to come by the house several times, so we
did get to meet and visit a bit. The huge sting was the "fine"
we received because we didn't quite make the 3 year minimum for holding a
mortgage with our bank. Ouch! It was a little less than $11,000 …
claimed that this was the interest they "didn't receive" because
we were short by 25 days! No negotiations, nothing. I would
absolutely not recommend doing business in Canada ever again. To begin
with, while you take out the mortgage for 25 year term, you only get to take it
out 5 years at a time. And at the end of each 5 years, you renegotiate a
new 5 year mortgage. If you switch banks for a better rate or don't get a new mortgage with them you get
slammed (like we did).
Wednesday night we had parked the van across our street at a friends' home. Oh! The van we had wasn't quite large enough so Tom had
had to spend part of Wednesday morning hunting down a trailer we could use for
the last of our items. It was tight, but we did manage to fit it all
inside.
Thursday night we spent in a nice residence inn, downtown London.
Mary and I did the last of dropping off library books/cards and took
plenty of autumn color photos. Met Tom for lunch, then he was done and we
got back to our friend's home. Picked up the van/trailer. Tom drove
that and Mary was with me in our Jetta.
This trip down was more enjoyable. Stopped for the night in
Lima, OH. Then stopped to visit with some old Arizona friends.
Actually, friend. Ron was home, but Leanne was just finishing up
the fire watch season in Washington and was beginning her own drive back across
the country. But, that was very nice. We dredged up names, events,
and those more carefree days early in my and Tom's careers in Arizona. Enjoyed some great wine, just like old times together.
The next day we took a scenic back way through southern Indiana to
Bloomington at Ron's suggestion. Quite pretty, once we were past the corn fields. In Bloomington we connected with Liz and
John Paul. She had just returned from her own field work (started April 1
and had just ended for her). That was nice. We spend Sunday night
there and enjoyed a nice Thai dinner. After lunch the next day we turned the Jetta over to Liz, the three of us got back into the van and headed toward Houston.
We spent a night in Little Rock after a very, very long, late drive
that Monday. The motel was a nice step up from the place in Lima, OH. Comfy beds, though being tired, that was just a nice bonus! The next morning we shoved on the Houston. Unloaded the
truck on Wednesday, and started the long process of unpacking, and discarding a huge pile of
boxes and wrapping paper.
Tom's dad, Ray, flew in on the 10th, helped us with some more house
related stuff. For one thing, he saved us a huge chunk of $$$.
Hurricane Ike had bowed in our front door, and it wasn't as secure as we
wanted. We had thought that it would need to be replaced, but like most
tract homes, not a standard size. (Neither was the back deck door we
wanted to replace in London!) Turned out all we had to do was pop off the
trim, and shim the jamb back into the right place. He enjoyed the warmth,
helped Tom a lot with unpacking and organizing the garage. We managed to
squeeze in a visit to St. Arnold's on Saturday afternoon. Monday evening
Ray flew back to Denver.
We also did a preemptive strike on the dishwasher. The one in our Houston house was
barely cleaning the dishes, so we ordered a new one from Home Depot on Thursday
for delivery on Tuesday. It arrived, they unpacked it and hauled the old
one off. But wait! Nothing can be that simple!! Tom and Peter
got it installed, but it wouldn't turn on. After sitting through a long
wait to speak to someone at the local Home Depot, being told I probably didn't
have the power on, reassuring them it was installed correctly (etc. etc. etc.) I had another 45
minute wait to speak to a GE representative on their 800 line.
She walked me through the "reset" process. Still
nothing. So, back to Home Depot. The salesman helped us, but the
store manager was trying to say that we "should have had them install it,
and it would have worked fine." Turns out that there had been quite
a few of this model returned, so they honored the agreement. We walked back
to find another machine that was actually in stock. The only one was
quite a tuned down version, but we traded.
We went back home, Tom and Peter loaded up the bad machine, picked up the
"new" one. The salesman in the meantime had gone to the back and
found a floor model that wasn't in the system, and it did have all the bells
and whistles, plus gave us an additional $50 back. When we were in originally on Thursday we had asked whether a floor model was available, and had been assured that there were none. Tom and Peter started to install, with time running out as they had a meeting they needed to be at.
Something was missing, back to the store. Got the part, came back.
As they were getting that part installed I noticed that one of the
adjustable feet was missing.
Tom went out to run, yet one more time, to Home Depot to get the
foot. When he was about to get into the little Fiesta, he notice the
neighbor backing out too quick. He ran over, tried to stop the kid
driving, and watched as the kid hit our Sonata, almost hitting Tom, too!
We were all in the house, but suddenly heard a loud yell. Meghan
was in her room, and thought initially that maybe Jess, our large dog had gotten outside.
She ran down and saw Tom yelling at the driver of the little car.
Turns out the kid was barely 16 and did not have a driver's license. He wouldn't
tell Tom his name, produce a license for ID, nor proof of insurance. We
contacted the constable's office, and they sent over a cruiser with two
officers.
The mom got home, and admitted in the heat of the moment that her
son often drove on his own. Tom was asked if he wanted to press charged,
he said "No, cut the kid a break. But, do scare him into realizing how
dangerous it was!" The officers did just that. We hope that wasn't a mistake. Time will tell.
Later, when we tried to get the proof of insurance back, the mother attempted to turn it around that we shouldn't have parked our car on the street
(not illegal, btw) and it was actually our fault her son drove the car out of
their driveway and hit our car! Imagine! Not taking any
responsibility. And she didn't , naturally, want to involve her insurance
company. Unless she contacted them, we had no recourse. Can you guess her heritage? Her Dad is a very nice gentleman, but she is not someone I would seek out for friendship.
Tom got estimates to fix the car, and reluctantly we left Houston on
Friday evening with things still not resolved with the car. However, in
the end, I can't help but believe the entire fiasco with the dishwasher was so
Tom would be outside when this all unfolded. Perhaps it will have saved
this kid from, first, getting way with hitting our car, and second maybe in the
future not being on the road for a disaster. Our kids did finally get the
mom nailed down, and supposedly she'll have a check on Friday afternoon.
They are instructed to take it straight to the bank. I might even
insist that they have the woman go with them to verify funds, or even to cash
her check and give them cash. Hmm.. have to think about that.
So, back to the move. Wednesday the air freight people arrived
to pack up the little bit we are sending to Zambia. It is still in
Houston as I write this, though because Tom's VISA is still not processed.
We have been told that it "might" be on Thursday, but I'm not
holding my breath. Also, I was assured that what we needed to set up our
household would all be available in Chingola. Well, NOT!
Friday evening we boarded a Emirates flight to Dubai, spent Saturday
night in Dubai, then rebounded to Lusaka on Sunday morning. Basically,
even though it was a 14 hour flight from Houston to Dubai, we lost a full day.
Once we arrived in Lusaka, where a driver was supposed to meet us to haul
our luggage to Chingola (we were flying, but on a small plane to Ndola.)
Stood in line for immigration and our tourist visa stamp for almost 2
hours. By the time we had been processed and located our luggage, no
driver was in sight. We ate dinner, then back on the plane to Ndola.
Fortunately, the other passengers had little with them, so our baggage
did fit.
Landed in Ndola, again not a driver in sight. Turns out the
fellow in Lusaka only waited about 30 minutes after our plane had landed and "assumed" we missed the flight. It is not apparent that he contacted
anyone, or if he did, nobody realized how long immigration would take. So
he left, called the driver (who was supposed to meet us in Ndola airport) and told him not to come. That meant we were basically stranded in Ndola,
without a phone, nothing. Fortunately, an enterprising taxi driver was
there with a suitably sized Toyota van, and he drove us. We were told we
paid too much (duh!, like we were in a position to negotiate). The drive
was wild and he was, fortunately, a very good driver. Good thing Mary and I were in the back seat and tired. The road from Ndola to Kitwe is divided. Unfortunately the road between Kitwe and Chingola is a narrow, poorly maintained 2
lane. There were two police check stations and one of them was set up so
poorly that it was the cause of three of the accidents we saw! Finally
arrived in Chingola at the hotel around 10:10 pm.
We are coping, even though one or several of the staff has managed to
steal over $1000 from our room over our stay. We have a room safe, but it
isn't usable. Have asked to have it reset, but of course, nobody has done
that. Small wonder why! The stress level had vastly increased.
There simply isn't any way to eat and watch our belongings at the same
time. The majority of the time I've kept our money with us, but it wasn't
enough. Go ahead and think me stupid, I do!
A few nights ago, while at dinner, we saw a table of 8, and I heard
American accents! The sole woman walked past us for the restroom.
When she came back by, Tom asked her how her dinner was. We fell
into conversation and it turns out she and her husband are missionaries, along
with two of their three children. Their boys are 16 and 18, and they also
homeschool. God is tremendous! Just when I really needed someone I
could befriend, the connection is made.
Mary and I will be visiting them today. She offered to let us
do laundry at her home, and to quiz her about living in Zambia, and Chingola in
particular. They have been here for 14 years. We are looking
forward to the meeting.
The weather here is quite warm, though dry right now. Rainy season begins on November 1 so instead of flat, straight, flyaway hair, I'll get to have fluffy, curly flyaway hair! Rain came by early
in the morning late last week and everything cooled off for a day or two.
But it is back to blue, blue skies and warmth. Of course, it should
be getting a bit warmer as springtime is half way through here. We did
manage to miss winter, just like we did when we went to Peru.
The most striking difference between Chingola and Lima is that Lima
was the capitol city. Amenities were different, but still available, even
with having a lot of searching involved. Here, they simply don't exist.
The capitol, Lusaka, is a 6 hour drive away.
We walk everywhere, and we have to be very cognizant that we remember to look opposite when crossing streets. I'll look over one shoulder and remember I need to first look the other way. Tom did a double take the first day we were out. The cars are right hand drive, and it appeared to us that the driver was reading a newspaper. Remembered quickly that the reader wasn't driving! I'm not as brave right now, so don't know when I'll actually drive. It will happen, though it didn't in Lima. The traffic there was just too unnerving! Here, it is slow for the most part. But, driving on the opposite side of the road, let alone turning a corner and accidentally forgetting which side to drive on could be fatal.
Adventures with the house we have here have been equally
frustrating. But, more of that another time. It might sound like whining, and perhaps it is. But, I also feel strongly that it is important to be honest, and even though I work hard to put that positive spin on things, the reality is different.
