It was back to the National Ballet’s “When they are gone” show to get the photos I missed the first time around. In this type of photography it really helps to know the show and I’d made a mental note of the parts to be ready for – and it paid off!
Then it was off to the Arts and Crafts quarter to see what was on offer. Let it not be said that Zimbabweans are not creative – genuine tin hats, hats woven out of shopping bags that I last saw done as a child, bowls, beads, drums and much more. I asked a rastaman if he had some mbanje (marijuana) for me and much embarrassed he moved off. Well he was selling armbands embroidered with “the leaf”!

The rastaman’s stand.I took a photo of a hat, sent it to Sybille and she asked me to buy it. Technology works!
On the way to pick up my computer I came across the actors from the Brazilian street theatre group. Very colourful indeed. Also a bit weird. One could have a secret whispered into your ear via a long thin trumpet and put your head into a stage mounted on someone’s head that had been fashioned from a box. Then it would all break up amid much “consternation” and re-establish somewhere else. Great!
