They're resealing the road out of Livingstone and we took a series of detours onto tracks parallel to the T1. These were ridiculously dusty. You couldnt see the car in front of you at all - it was like following a cloud of smoke for about an hour.
We stopped in Choma for some diesel and enjoyed lunch in the shade at the Choma Museum and Gallery which had interesting exhibits on the region, and the lives of the tribal people displaced by the dam.
In addition to the usual livestock roaming the roads we came across several nursing sows. We passed an articulated truck that had failed to take a turn, the cab was on its side, but the trailers were completely upside down, lying on top of the load they were supposed to be carrying. In Monze, as we bumped over the judder bars in the centre of town we encountered a car towing a few tall trailer coming in the opposite direction. Out of the top of the trailer poked two giraffe heads, their horns covered in green fabric of some kind. We had to stop at many police checks where the police generally waved us on, though at one we had to show evidence of our 3rd party insurance (wave the yellow card), but I think they randomly check for other things too. I saw the driver of a truck in front of us pass down his fire extinguisher to the inspector at one of the checks we were waved through.
Our original intention was to head to Lusaka, mainly to get some money, but we passed a Stanbic Bank on the T1 (at Mazabuka) and decided to head for the top of Lake Kariba instead. This is one of the worlds largest artificial lakes - made by displacing the Tonga people in the 1950s and dam-ing the Zambezi.
We are now camped on its shores, listening to the frogs and crickets and hoping no hippos come to investigate our campsite.
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