Spitting gravel, our 4×4 raced down the dirt road. Kapishya Hot Springs Lodge was nearby. Well, we hoped so, anyway – the blood orange Zambian sun was setting quickly, we had already lost our map, and we did not fancy driving at night. A branch smashed off the windshield as the forest leaned across the … More Kapishya Hot Springs – The Secluded Oasis Lodge in Zambia
A self-drive journey through the country of Zambia is an experience unto itself, and not a trip for the faint of heart. The condition of the roads is downright disastrous at times, the landscape is dry and rugged, and towns are few and far between. Navigation and phone signals often fail, road signs that indicate … More The Ultimate Zambia Road Trip
Zambia’s capital Lusaka is known for some excellent open air markets to explore. If it’s souvenirs, curios, wooden statuettes and Zambian clothes, then Pakati market is the place to be! Every Saturday and Sunday, Lusaka holds this huge market in the Arcades shopping mall parking lot on Great East Road. Under the shade of green … More Zambian Souvenirs at Lusaka Pakati Market
It only took us about four days to pass through Zambia. What was originally just a transit through ended up being awesome fun. We loved the challenge of the insane potholes, the offroad highways to nowhere, the beers and the zombie antelope. One challenge remained. To exit the country by road.
What are the roads like in Zambia? The short answer – shocking. The potholes are out of this world. They come in all shapes and sizes – miniature, jagged edged pockmarks that look like the lunar surface; road-width trenches that sneak up on you; corrugated fill-in jobs. Journeys in Zambia often take twice as long … More Zambia’s insane potholes: a survival guide
Some awful, horrific (hilarious!) antelope taxidermy awaited in the garden of the hotel in Kabwe. Ripped stitches, hard legs as skinny and straight as table legs, and snarling, dead-eyed expressions. This crazy display of shoddy taxidermy craftsmanship made us laugh for hours afterwards.
Zambia was zooming past at great speed as we crossed it’s great arterial highway. Golden brown scrubland, dry skeletal trees, yellow-tinged earth, low rolling hills. Small villages clustered by the highway, clusters of tiny thatch huts with people and livestock standing around, sweeping leaves or carrying bales of wood. This truly felt like wild Africa.
We arrived in Livingstone just before dusk. The streets basked in the orange glow of the setting sun. This was an exciting time in our Africa road trip – after we drank some gin and tonics and a camped on the shores of the Zambeze – we’d be seeing Victoria Falls.