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Tazara Train Kapiri Mposhi to Dar es Salaam

After a night in Chachacha Backpackers in Lusaka, I made So I set out for Kapiri Mposhi. The only reason for existence for this dump is probably the railway to Tanzania, which has since its beginning. The bus had an hour delay. This time was used by a passionate priests to bring his message to the people. Hence so everyone listens and Uberto to the crying baby, he cried like blazes his voice and gesticulating wildly marched through the rows of seats. AMEN except unfortunately I have not understood anything. After 2 hours I arrived in Kapiri. The property had indeed no running water, but was otherwise quite good. I had not eaten all day and the raw (unroasted) peanuts had not tasted real. I ordered so completely starved ACCOMMODATION in a dinner. 'No electricity' was told that I would have to wait. So I went a little nap and when I clock by about 21 awoke it was pitch black. The electricity was still not returned. I waited an hour and nibbled but a few of the bitter nuts. Since it was dark, I decided for the energy-saving activity of sleeping.

left The next day at 16.00 with the clock I Kapiri Tazara Train towards Tanzania. It should take about 48 hours until we would arrive in Dar es Salaam. The train was not actually as old as he looked - about 35 years I was told. A rattling, squeaking and shy like a rodeo animal paved the train's Way through the deserted jungles of Zambia and the hilly hinterland of Tanzania - past banana plantations, rice fields, thickest jungle, endless plains and happy people. I was quite relaxed, even if evidence of innumerable wrecks train cars along the route of fatal accidents. Anticipation, it all went well. I sat most of the time lost in thought in the 1st Class lounge called and that the landscape literally go up in me. The cabin I shared with two funny Zambia - one looked a bit like Idi Amin (in his cute phase) and opened the countless beer, which he drank, always with the teeth. The other was indeed married, there could be but not to even the fat ass to whistle behind her. The train ride was a unique experience and was 100 percent the right decision. So I could see a side of Africa that would otherwise remain hidden from most tourists.

After three days without a shower but then I was glad when we arrived in Dar. My joy did not last long. I went to withdraw money and a guy named Lincoln surreptitiously to my confidence. He wanted to show me a club where he regularly makes music. We ate a Zambian specialty (nasty goat meat) and after dinner he invited me to drive me to my guesthouse. He had to anyway in this direction, as his instruments for pickup the evening. A taxi was waiting and I went to the Rueckbank. Lincoln sat on one side of me and his small stature Friend on the other. We had barely set off when he enlightened me that they were not musicians, but evil people and they would rob me now. I should give them all my money, what else would happen quite bad. So I gave them the money from my wallet and quickly climbed through the passenger window. Luckily I had put a larger amount before in my Wertsachenguertel. However, I was then quite by the wind. And I will take a lesson. As fast as I do not trust any more.

the moment I am also a lot of thought, as it should go further. This has nothing to do with the robbery. I'm considering just that as long as I hold on. Right now I have decided definitely First I'll chill for a few days in Zanzibar. After that are several options: Sure I will not travel through Kenya. This is the moment just no fun. I could fly to Addis Ababa to take, but I would have to fight through difficult areas are still in Ethiopia and Sudan. And the problem with the visa for Sudan, I have not yet solved. I am the superior to again thoroughly. Somehow I have just as animal longing for YOU!

you hear of me! Take care.

al

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Zambia: The true adventure starts!

the following entry I wanted to write to Vic Falls, but then suddenly the Internet failed. In Zimbabwe, works pretty much no more, there is a lack in particular and the country seems to fall so slowly.

So here's the entry from yesterday, was saved by automatic caching:

am now three days in Vic Falls. Today, tomorrow morning the truck is a part of the group broken up in joburg direction. next to me is 9 Koreans stayed in Vic Falls. I wanted to attach a tag so I could celebrate with the group yesterday and still can do some things, just like the visiting the internet cafe. So the tour is over and now I have to take care of everything alone. The first step is planned and will be implemented tomorrow. I am in the morning by 6 clock from the lodge about 5 km over the border into Zambia march. limit of the take I have a shared taxi to Livingstone, and from there a bus to Lusaka, where I was about to arrive at 15.00 clock. The next day, I will then continue to Kapiri Mposhi, because on Tuesday I will catch the train from there to Dar es Salaam.

rest of the booked over land-tour has pleased me extremely. insebsondere the bush camp in the delta okowango for three days was very impressive. lush green areas that are crisscrossed by innumerable wasserkanaelen; animal grass as high as myself and a lot of varied. we have pets but not much more than mass-training (shit) and again saw footprints. in the delta, one moves on to a so-called Makoro - this is a hollowed tree trunk, which the poler with a long ast let 'moves. we could just lie in it and enjoy the surroundings and relax while heavenly ... otherwise we have all day to nap, bathe play sold (despite hippos, crocodiles and 10 meter long Python, which exist in the delta) and funny. It was cool, once again, to have time to muck around and just have to think about anything. It was like being a child again.

Botswana is storybook Africa - it is teeming with elephants and other wild animals right on the roadside, without having to enter a national park must. Botswana is also the land of the donkey for me. I have never seen so many donkeys as there. and of course are extremely stubborn donkey, so that our Many a truck make an emergency stop had to leave so he does not collide with a donkey.

then we have crossed the border to Zimbabwe. the situation in sim is rather absurd and sad. you walk around here with einkaustueten of money through the area, as the sim dollar is worth practically nothing. the highest note is now 10 million, which is roughly $ 2. on each note also an expiry date printed - at the moment of the 30th june 2008. the official exchange rate in banks and hotels is a joke and no change there. 30,000 sim dollars for a dollar you can get official. as the standard prices for the black market rate, would pay for it with the official short about 250 U.S. dollars for a beer! on the market may be its old clothes, sun cream half-empty, broken sandals - that is all that is no longer required - to exchange some very nice souvenirs. The supermarkets are in fact half empty for the local far too expensive and have only an extremely limited choices. it is offered, what's available. we see a gang in the same sort of dust dry cookies, the next the same sort fruehstuecksflocken and the third for such totally overpriced wine from Zimbabwe. It's really a mystery how to survive here.

domestic lebenskuenstler not seem really desperate and do not give up hope for a better future. Perhaps this will change even in march something when the next elections pending. since the previous elections were mostly manipulated, the hope is not that high.

These lines I write to you from Lusaka - the capital of Zambia.