Hot bread and prison

In America after a long day of transport and possible imprisonment one might find themselves wanting to take a long hot bath upon returning home, in Zambia fresh hot bread does the trick. Luckily transport ended and by the grace of God we did not end up in a Malawi prison. Apparently the immagration officals don't like it if you threaten to call the US Embassy and tell them how to do their job. Who knew? Luckily my wonderful travel companion Katharine had the ability, unlike me, to not laugh in their face and kiss some major ass. (Pardon my french). So we made it back. Well to Lusaka anyways, we'll see what tommorrow brings, peace out love katharine and victoria