Toga, toga, toga!

And now for something completely different! For no particular reason we threw a party but with a twist, turning it into a Toga party in Siavonga on one of Zambia’s few beaches, which do exist despite the country being landlocked. So we played beach volleyball for hours on end, diving around in the sand until hands and arms were sore, and then jumped into the pool to try and play some more volleyball. It was then Toga time – some went for the traditional white, others added accessories, or there was red, purple, green, blue or chitenge Togas. The lodge provided a local band and the German owner played a few songs too, before sometime in the early hours of the morning the pool became full of people wearing Toga outfits.