Lorrie Our guests are the boss and George the bartender. George arrived from Cape to Vic Falls in 1954 when the country was still called Rhodesia (the country of Mr. Cecil Rhodes, millionaire megalomaniac as actually more!), It has now 77 years old and a form hell. It was he who, to our delight, ensure the provision of the lodge in most alcoholic drinks.
The lodge is only open for 7 years before it was owned by the family of Lorrie.
Hard times, political and economic unjustly tourists flee into Zambia. Lorrie then tries to create the event and to bring in money. She arranges for the white corner of a Sunday brunch. Tables and chairs in the middle of the shady garden, next to the pool and snack menu very british, classic rock music of Anglo Saxon.
The event is a success, the guests laugh, drink and forget their worries, the boss too. The bar is empty, Lorrie staggers, George is happy.
Such is life in Victoria Falls, white, imprisoned in their country, economically hostage, not much more to do but wait for a hypothetical improvement in toast, cool, in the garden of Lorrie.
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