Place: Bridge Camp
Tunes: Armin vand Buuren, ATB
The road to Zambia, too early in the morning.
Pekka decided to make a career change today and now he works as a customs officer in Zambia.
Traffic in Lusaka.
The birds are getting bigger and bigger.
Darth Vader and a child.
Changing a little bit worn front tyre.
How can a tyre wear out like this?
These little guys keep the bugs away.
Today was long but not particularily difficult. We crossed the
border from from Malawi to Zambia, but the driving was again nothing too unusual.
The border crossing had the usual piss-ants harassing you and we had to pay a questionable 50 USD for a visa, which turned out to be a simple stamp on the passport. All of the officials were really slow and we almost had to drag them by force to sit on their desks and actually do something. The currency exchange guy was another silly person. First he did not know the rates he should use to change the currency, then he wanted to know what company each person worked for. He of course did not have any Zambian currency either. After some time he got some and we took all of it off him.
Another traveller there had seen him before and he got the same "no money" response we did. As we eventually got money and he did not (as we took it all), he was naturally a bit pissed off. He shouted "what kind of discriminative banking is this" and stormed away.
In Zambia things got easier and everyone’s a millionaire. The roads are good with some pot-holes and mini-pigs trying to charge you. They could actually be just piglets rather than mini-pigs but you never know. Mini-pigs are supposed to be clever but these ones were not. Still, these were good driving roads with little traffic to go fast on. Nice corners. Add good music and that’s all you need. The traffic in Zambia is ok, nothing we are not used to by now. Normal cars drive pretty neatly, but the buses go as fast as they can as usual. This is of course a major hazard but the police seems to be powerless to do anything to it.
When we got to Bridge Camp, Pasi had to change his front tyre. The knobbly tire had some smashed up studs and has become undriveable. A fast tire change and all was well. Most of us seem to have gone back to running road tires by now. I still have the TKC 80’s but the rear will have to be changed soon. I hope it will last through the last gravel road in Botswana.
The Bridge Camp lodge thing is a nice place, not full of random people as the Nkhata Bay place was. And the burgers were excellent. Unfortunately it looks like that the night will be as yesterday. Very hot and humid with plenty of bugs to keep you company. We need more of those little lizards here.
Tunes: Armin vand Buuren, ATB
The road to Zambia, too early in the morning.
Pekka decided to make a career change today and now he works as a customs officer in Zambia. 
Traffic in Lusaka.
The birds are getting bigger and bigger. 
Darth Vader and a child.
Changing a little bit worn front tyre.
How can a tyre wear out like this?
These little guys keep the bugs away.Today was long but not particularily difficult. We crossed the
border from from Malawi to Zambia, but the driving was again nothing too unusual.
The border crossing had the usual piss-ants harassing you and we had to pay a questionable 50 USD for a visa, which turned out to be a simple stamp on the passport. All of the officials were really slow and we almost had to drag them by force to sit on their desks and actually do something. The currency exchange guy was another silly person. First he did not know the rates he should use to change the currency, then he wanted to know what company each person worked for. He of course did not have any Zambian currency either. After some time he got some and we took all of it off him.
Another traveller there had seen him before and he got the same "no money" response we did. As we eventually got money and he did not (as we took it all), he was naturally a bit pissed off. He shouted "what kind of discriminative banking is this" and stormed away.
In Zambia things got easier and everyone’s a millionaire. The roads are good with some pot-holes and mini-pigs trying to charge you. They could actually be just piglets rather than mini-pigs but you never know. Mini-pigs are supposed to be clever but these ones were not. Still, these were good driving roads with little traffic to go fast on. Nice corners. Add good music and that’s all you need. The traffic in Zambia is ok, nothing we are not used to by now. Normal cars drive pretty neatly, but the buses go as fast as they can as usual. This is of course a major hazard but the police seems to be powerless to do anything to it.
When we got to Bridge Camp, Pasi had to change his front tyre. The knobbly tire had some smashed up studs and has become undriveable. A fast tire change and all was well. Most of us seem to have gone back to running road tires by now. I still have the TKC 80’s but the rear will have to be changed soon. I hope it will last through the last gravel road in Botswana.
The Bridge Camp lodge thing is a nice place, not full of random people as the Nkhata Bay place was. And the burgers were excellent. Unfortunately it looks like that the night will be as yesterday. Very hot and humid with plenty of bugs to keep you company. We need more of those little lizards here.
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