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Up at six for another big breakfast and by 7 we are on the road. Ken discovers that he has left his hat at home in Lilongwe. As long as that's the most important thing he's forgotten . . . We stop at various roadside traders to try and buy one, but he can't find one that fits. We buy a baobab fruit instead, for 500ZK. Baobab fruit is what cream of tartar is made from. It is the size of a melon with an odd texture, but a pleasant taste. We each have a piece, and return the rest to the seller, to his obvious amusement.
Day 3. Mon 19th April - The road to Victoria Falls.
DaveMidgley2005-10-22 10:02:50
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Up at six for another big breakfast and by 7 we are on the road. Ken discovers that he has left his hat at home in Lilongwe. As long as that's the most important thing he's forgotten . . . We stop at various roadside traders to try and buy one, but he can't find one that fits. We buy a baobab fruit instead, for 500ZK. Baobab fruit is what cream of tartar is made from. It is the size of a melon with an odd texture, but a pleasant taste. We each have a piece, and return the rest to the seller, to his obvious amusement.
Everywhere along the road there are people waving wads of currency. Apparently they are trading in Zim dollars and Rand.
We stop off in Mazabuka for a pee break and coffee. This is a thriving little town and we see several wazungu (white people). Kathy is very excited, as she worked here for several weeks when she was with Tate and Lyle, and hadn't realised we would be passing so close.
Ian and Tricia have very generously provided a packed lunch at no extra charge, and we stop by the roadside to eat it. there is a group of women and children chatting, embroidering and selling their wares, so, in the interests of cultural integration, we join them. We are now out of the Chewa area and they speak Tonga so even Ken has trouble communicating, but one of the women speaks good English, and we get along fine with that and a bit of mime. One of them has a splinter in her foot so I proffer my tweezers, and we leave them the remains of our lunch as a gesture of friendship. I am disappointed to see them throw the plastic bags into the bushes, but then the concept of non-biodegradable waste isn't really a part of their culture. I buy a big green orange for 500ZK which is sour but juicy and refreshing. As always they are fascinated by the digital camera and laugh and chatter as they look at pictures of themselves.
We arrive in Livingstone about 4:30. It's very nice, with the fanciest mosquito
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