MARTINA'S WORLD TRIP ZAMBIA: June 24 - 26, 2004 |
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Thursday, June 24th, 2004 - Arrival in Lusaka, Zambia | |||||||
Thursday, June 24th, 2004 Arrival in Lusaka, Zambia The second night on the train was a little calmer than the first. I woke up around 8:30 am and fortunately, Dorothy reminded me to change the time on my watch since Zambia was one hour behind Tanzania. Again, breakfast was served in our compartment and it wasn’t long anymore until we would reach Kapiri Mposhi, our final destination. When I looked out of the window this morning, I noticed the change in landscape compared to Tanzania: Zambia was more mountainous and somehow greener than Tanzania. Predominant colours in the plains of Tanzania had been all shades of yellow, mainly the dry and pale type. Here in Zambia vegetation turned lush again. On the other hand, people in the villages and their dwellings clearly looked poorer than those on the Tanzanian side of the border. Shortly before we arrived, I actually witnessed another scam on the train (following the visa blackmailing Melanie had experienced). A man in a white smock and with a paper clipboard showed up in our compartment and asked whether Melanie and I, both obviously white foreigners, had a valid yellow fever certificate. I was the first to answer and said yes. He asked if he could see it. I had barely leaned forward to take it out of my backpack when he mumbled something like “it’s okay” and disappeared. As it turned out, Melanie was lucky because she didn’t have the required vaccination and although we both doubted that the man was a genuine officer, he probably would have made her pay another fortune to let her pass. Yep, we had a break-down and I couldn’t help but smile about this classic situation that could have come directly out of a movie: a run-down looking bus stuck in the middle of nowhere, 30-something passengers standing or sitting on the side of the road, desperate for some shade in the heat of the burning mid-day sun, some guys standing around the detached right rear wheel, trying to fix the defect. It took us foreigners quite a while to understand what the problem was but something appeared to be wrong with the suspension. Well, what can I say? It was f***ing hot but I somehow liked that I experienced even this classic occurrence on my journey. In total, we had to wait two hours before we could continue our ride after another bus had passed and luckily carried the required replacement piece. In the meantime, we had already considered all sorts of alternative means of transport (which there weren’t really any) and I was glad to have the Dutch girls around. At least, I was not alone and we could encourage each other. Last but not least, it seems that my angels had to work hard but they succeeded in putting the bus back on the road. We finally arrived in Lusaka around half past four and Corine, Annelies and I decided to look for accommodation together. I must admit that I had reached the point where I really appreciated company. Travelling on your own is tiring and meeting people who are ‘on the same wave length’ is rare and especially welcome. We had a map of Lusaka and picked a hostel called ‘ChaChaCha’. It didn’t seem to be very far from the bus station, so we decided to walk. Well, when we finally arrived there (after walking a much longer distance than it looked on the map!), it turned out that they were fully booked. We looked up another hostel and went there, just to find that it was in VERY shabby conditions and had no electricity. If nothing else, the bathrooms were a definite ‘no go’. So we went all the way back to the ChaChaCha in order to try a new hostel close-by. I have no idea why we didn’t do that straight away instead of going all the way to the other place. All I knew was that I was close to a collapse after carrying around my 30 kg luggage for an hour! As luck would have it, this place had room for us and in the end, Ku-Omboka Backpackers turned out to be an excellent choice. This was the evening when the UK soccer team got kicked out of the Euro Cup by Portugal and we all watched the game on TV in the common room before going to bed. I had been asleep for not very long after the game when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw that the door of our dormitory cabin was wide open. I was already half asleep again when my brain realised that this was probably not the way it was supposed to be, so I forced myself to get up and closed the door. While doing so, I saw that Melanie’s bed was empty. Not thinking very much further, I assumed she had gone to the bathroom in the main building and probably forgot to close the door. Soon, I was back to sleep. At 2:30 am, however, me and the rest of the dormitory woke up very suddenly when somebody switched on the light and loud voices interrupted our sleep. It was Melanie and the hostel’s night watchman. Melanie was almost in tears and obviously very upset. It turned out that she had found herself “waking up” in the streets of Lusaka with no idea where she was or how she got there. She was dressed and wearing socks but no shoes, her hand was bruised and she had a complete blackout between the time she went to bed and when she came to conscience again. She was convinced someone had put something in her drink earlier tonight and that she had been drugged. At this point, she also believed that she had lost her passport (which turned up in her bag later) and she heatedly asked the night watchman to contact the hostel’s manager. The night watchman on the other hand, bluntly accused her of being drunk and refused to wake up the manager. |
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