Zambia and uh, other places.

This post is going to compress a significant amount of time into the
least space possible. I am in Kenya now, having joined our overland
truck group and just starting to make our way over to Uganda.

When I last left you brave readers we had arrived in Lichinga in
Mozambique where we were going to get our car fixed. This turned out
to be quite an epic ordeal. In fact if you would like to know anything
about front differentials on early import model Toyota Land Cruiser
GX's, then I am your man. I can tell you for one thing that you should
not waste a few days trying to fit one that belongs to a pickup and
that we may have bought the last one in Blantyre in Malawi from a
scrap dealer. Through some guys running a hunting concession we were
introduced to a government guy working at the tourism office. He
offered to take us across to Malawi in his pickup to buy the part we
needed. Wonderful guy, but drives like a maniac, killing chickens and
a dog on the way, getting three fines in Malawi. He is also slightly
over optimistic, the journey which he promised would take 4 hours was
more like 8 hours and we arrived back at the border when it was
closed. With some tricky bribing it re-opened, but we got stuck on the
Mozambique side. Spending the night there was not fun.

Post the epic getting-the-car-fixed. We made our way to the utterly
relaxing cape maclear. Possibly one of the best antidotes to excess
stress. We spent three days camping and chilling on the beach next to
the lake. Eating fresh fish and swimming in the gorgeous water. After
several well earned days of relaxing we crossed the border into Zamiba
and into Lwanda park, narrowly missing a giraffe on the way. Hippos
and elephants walking through the camp and great game driving around
the park. From there we drove down through Lusaka, stopping off at an
Indian restaurant run by Amish's relatives. They loaded us up with
amazingly good indian food as we were going away.

From Zambia it was on to Victoria falls (Igazu falls in Argentia were
better.) Then into botswana across the one working ferry. We camped
in the bush that night, pulling off the side of the road and only
realizing too late that we had camped right next to the biggest
elephant we had ever seen. Bit of a sleepless night in the rooftop
tent on the car and a really really early start that morning on the
way to Main and the Okavango delta. On the delta we went in a makoro
(poled canoe) and a bush walk.

The next two days are a blur of driving in the rain, missing cows and
other obstacles on a 2500km trek back to Cape Town in South Africa.
Where we relaxed for the next few days before heading up to Kenya to
meet our truck to Cairo.