DAY 6 - DRIVING / POTHOLES / BORDERS

Day 6 was a driving day. A driving / pothole / cross borders kinda day. We literally "put foot" and zoomed through what felt like a gazillion km through potholes from Popa falls in Namibia to Livingstone, Zambia.

Caprivi Strip, for all its worth, was underwhelming. We'd heard so much. Or perhaps expected too much. But Caprivi was nowhere near to the lush exotic jungle we had all imagined. There were no monkeys. There were no sweeping palm trees or beautiful woman carrying plump fruit in baskets made of reed. And although the road signs were telling us to watch out for ellies we didn’t even see one. Only a couple villages, schools, locals on bikes and the usual goat-to-cow ratio. Really should have read the "brochure".

Border crossing was an interesting one. A long one. A costly one. A disorganised dusty mess. One broken trailer to the next. Stamp here. Check there. Pay up here. Pay up more there. Sign this. Name here. Passport please. Go there. Fill that in. Pay more here. And we were finally out. Feeling only slightly abused we headed out with the other teams across into Zambia. Hooray! Hello Zambia! Hello potholes! Hello blue taxicabs. Hello weird language on the main roads of flashing lights and indicating left or right at oncoming traffic at random times. Still need to work that one out.

We arrived in Livingstone late and set up home at Waterfront Campsite on the banks
of the Zambezi. This will be home for the next 3 days. A welcome break from driving, the car, and setting up camp every day.

Tired from the day, dinner was a Special K bar and a packet of Nik Naks. 

K.O.