It is our guests' last day in Bulawayo so they go to a farm on the outskirts of Bulawayo where the lady lived as a teenager. She had a party there once and painted the inside of one of the buildings with bright colours and strange designs (It was the 1970s, after all). Nothing, she discovers, has changed; all her weird murals are still there.
The father of the girl who is booked to stay with us at the weekend has asked if we can pick his daughter and her tennis coach up from the airport on Friday morning.
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