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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