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Sept. 23 – On to Zambia

  • Writer: Marilyn Saltzman
    Marilyn Saltzman
  • Sep 30, 2016
  • 1 min read

After chatting with a delightful gentleman from Brazil at breakfast, we headed off to Zambia. Luckily, we had to make only one turn to get on the right highway. When we crossed the border, however, it was the first time we heard of all the fees we would have to pay – in Zambian currency. There was a council fee, Zambian car insurance and a carbon fee. The ATM wasn’t working, but they promised someone would fix it in 20 minutes. Equanimity and patience were definitely called into play! Two hours later, we tried all four of the ATM cards we had with us. Luckily, the fourth one worked, and we were back on the road and headed to Flat Dogs Camp in South Luangwa National Park,  again marveling at the bicyclists carrying huge loads as they pedaled down the side of the road.

Our “chalet” had two levels, and my bedroom was upstairs. Sometimes the vervet monkeys climbed on my roof and peered in the screen window.

Our evening drive got us back into the safari mood as we saw several new animals, including a genet, puku, scrub hare, elephant’s shrew, white-tailed mongoose and porcupine.

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Vervets peering through my window.


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Baboon family.


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Tonight’s sunset at the park.


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How high can you pile charcoal?


 
 
 

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