Mukuni Village, old school

Mukuni Village, single family home
Originally uploaded by Kolleggerium.

Near Victoria Falls there is Mukuni, an authentic village where the villagers live as they have for hundreds of years (except for the chief, who owns a Mercedes). I was on my way to the airport after seeing the falls, but asked the taxi to take a detour to see the village. We pulled up to the tree where long ago Dr. Livingstone was greeted by the chief. There, I was welcomed and invited to tour the village.
Primitive huts, a few bars, a prison with barbed wire: all very nice. Then we stepped into one of the huts, already crowded with five people. A large woman (I think her name was Jabba) greeted me and I was introduced to the kinda sleep looking group. The woman explained that the Chibuku had just reached its fourth day of fermentation. Ah, great.
The Chibuku was the contents of a giant barrel dominating the middle of the hut, a local version of beer made from cornmeal. Picking an old coffee cup off the floor, the woman scooped out some Chibuku and handed it to me.
I paused, thinking briefly of my friend Nathan and what he might recommend in the situation, then shrugged and drank. Gritty, sweet, alcoholic, not entirely unlike recently vomited quaker oats. I smiled and thanked them, explaining that I had to leave to get to the airport.