Tag Archives: driving
On the road to nowhere . Part 2.
Eleven o’clock. The heat increasing with every passing minute. I can hardly bear to think of time. There should be another five hours of road before us, but now? God only knows. A stunned-looking Archaeo-man pulls out his cellphone. I … Continue reading
A necklace, a paperclip, some rather unwelcome fireworks
Breakfast. Our last cup of tea made with well water. It tastes as if chrysanthemums have died in it. But it’s not as bad as that fly. The men looked after us well and seem sad we’re leaving early. But … Continue reading
Rain, leaks and onions
The old Land Rover has old headlights. They’re not much use when you’re lost on a floodplain in the dark. Then you need floodlights, ha ha. I don’t know why I said that. I’m far too scared to find it … Continue reading
Can you see where we’re going?
We’re on the kind of track we’re used to, here in Zambia – just about a vehicle’s width and peppered with rocks. Thing is, we’re usually here in the southern hemisphere winter – our summer. Then, it’s dry as a … Continue reading
