Day 225, Zambia, Lusaka
I wake up in the early morning and reach the bus station at 5 o'clock, one hour before departure. The engine is already running, nobody care about the environment. Punctually we start,our bus journey. It is s good and fast driver people explain me, I am also privileged as I travel together with the Zambian national volleyball teams of mens and women. In a very fast time we reach the Zambian border, I am able to get the Visa even having a short discussion with the Visa officer. An old and rude woman. The journey goes on and the bus starts to smoke just under the drivers seat. Everybody starts to laugh. More smoke, more laugh. A typical African way of dealing with unexpected problems. Then the sound of the engine becomes strange, a lack of power and we ride slower than bicycles. With this speed we will reach Lusaka probably in one week. The driver continues up to a place with several food shops. It is lunch time, let us have some chicken! I am happy to get some food and after a small hour they say that the bus is ready. However, nobody fixed anything on the bus. We continue on this ridiculous slow ride, the driver is enjoying some chips and chicken and laughs, his seat is smoking, as if the whole engine would burn. Life is good, the chicken is good. After finishing his lunch he decides to stop, we have to wait for another bus. He disappears by hitchhiking. They say we have to wait 3 hours , in fact we wait for more than 6 hours, the bus finally picks us up and I reach Lusaka in the middle of the night. You get used even to this situations. Life is good,
I wake up in the early morning and reach the bus station at 5 o'clock, one hour before departure. The engine is already running, nobody care about the environment. Punctually we start,our bus journey. It is s good and fast driver people explain me, I am also privileged as I travel together with the Zambian national volleyball teams of mens and women. In a very fast time we reach the Zambian border, I am able to get the Visa even having a short discussion with the Visa officer. An old and rude woman. The journey goes on and the bus starts to smoke just under the drivers seat. Everybody starts to laugh. More smoke, more laugh. A typical African way of dealing with unexpected problems. Then the sound of the engine becomes strange, a lack of power and we ride slower than bicycles. With this speed we will reach Lusaka probably in one week. The driver continues up to a place with several food shops. It is lunch time, let us have some chicken! I am happy to get some food and after a small hour they say that the bus is ready. However, nobody fixed anything on the bus. We continue on this ridiculous slow ride, the driver is enjoying some chips and chicken and laughs, his seat is smoking, as if the whole engine would burn. Life is good, the chicken is good. After finishing his lunch he decides to stop, we have to wait for another bus. He disappears by hitchhiking. They say we have to wait 3 hours , in fact we wait for more than 6 hours, the bus finally picks us up and I reach Lusaka in the middle of the night. You get used even to this situations. Life is good,
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