Africa: Lilongwe – Chipata (Zambia) – Lusaka
We crossed into Zambia from Malawi the following day, staying at Mama Rula’s campsite that night to break the long journey heading down to Victoria Falls, with a second long drive the next day down to Lusaka, the capital of Zambia. Driving past much of the same scenery for days was slightly mind numbing, to the point where I thought I was daydreaming and out in Sydney’s western suburbs when I glanced outside and saw the town centre in Lusaka.
‘Subway!,’ one exclaimed. ‘Fedex!’another echoed. It was truly a town; supermarket, banks, coffee shop and concrete pavement – we were so excited. Everyone split up to do their own thing, simply having space to yourself outside the truck was another luxury we were briefly afforded, especially considering earlier in the day we had encountered what I like to call the ‘Big Brother Climax’ – you know the fight that inevitably occurs between all of the housemates and is repeated in every ad and on nomination nights from them on. The fight was about the music in the truck – it’s volume, style, timing, fade levels and it’s existence in general – and being the personification of conflict avoidance I put my iPod earphones in and ignored it all.
One brave soul stood in the truck and tried to determine a truce between the two ‘groups’ of housemates, which alone deserved time in the ‘rewards room’ (the privilege of which we doled out occassionally) which made me start with a sudden panic. Was I flying under the radar? Not taking a stand?
Nope, I decided. I was just choosing my fights. Surely I wouldn’t get nomination points for that, would I?
-Sarah