We got all our immigration and customs formalities completed, most importantly getting our carnet cleared. Then a raft ferry across the Zambezi to the tedious formalities of getting the car into Zambia without a carnet.
We had sorted out a place to stay in Livingstone, my navigator could not remember where it was, but she had marked it on the map, unfortunately she marked the wrong place. We turned up at the first hostel we could find, once inside we put a ‘for sale’ sign on the car, one hour later someone was interested. Several days of faffing about and it was all sorted. Car sold. Flight booked.
As we travelled along on this trip I continually evaluated our situation. In the end I considered there were a number of things we did spot on right, unfortunately there were also a lot of things we did wrong. Talking to a lot of other people we met on route and some we read about on the net I now realised that we were probably, the worst prepared, the worst equipped, and the least organised, but despite these short comings, we did it. Now it is over, all we have to do is wait for the fat lady to come on.
And yet again it proves our motto, ‘the journey is the destination’
No photos, no map markers, no more.