Cameras and carrots..

Today, I unpacked some of my old cameras I bought in Zimbabwe in 1982 - an era when a number of the white inhabitants fled the country in fear of the new black regime of Mugabe´s. (Sic!) They took off in for England, South Africa and Australia in a hurry and left their farms and many belongings they were not able to bring, behind. For the few people who moved down there in the beginning of the 80´s, like I did, and who believed in the new "liberation" of Zimbabwe, it was a great opportunity to acquire a number of beautiful antiquities left behind for sale by the fleeing farmers of British decent. I bought a whole box of old cameras brought to the country during Rhodesian times. In unpacking thoose old rarities, quite some memories return of the four years I spent in Zimbabwe when there still was great hope for this beautiful, rich - now suffering country..
I sometimes wonder what kind of pictures these cameras once took..

From cameras to carrots. (Sounds like a title of a novel or a film.. Cameras, carrots and cappucchino?) Today I bought this heavy bag of carrots for some 5 dollars (30 Sw crs). It will last for ayear! I happened to accompany my brother-in-law to a farm to buy 8 carrot bags for his and my sister´s many horses. And I was happy to "bag" one for myself and hurried home to my fruit juicer and mixed a healthy Friday drink! If you spot me around in a few weeks time sporting a slightly orange complexion - here you have the naked answer!