Buses

Buses

The bus station was an eclectic place of local buses, taxis, a fantastic vibrant market and traffic at gridlock, yet somehow vehicles still manoeuvred through the pandemonium! Half of the team stood guard over the luggage and the others went shopping in the market.

One bus journey included a trip on the Euro-Africa bus services company, 5 seats to a row and that did not necessarily mean one person per seat. In our row were three of the team in three seats and on the two seats opposite were two mothers with three small children between them. Seatbelts, who needs them if you can fill your seat with people and/or luggage!! We were greeted with a priest or preacher prior to departure who was attempting to read passages from the bible but most of it was fairly adlib and a mixture of English but mainly in the local lingo.

We were subjected to an awful dvd about Mr. Ube and his evil son. A strange family programme that showed Mr Ube, his family and work life with his evil little son attempting to damage/hurt or kill his father or that is what we were able to deduce from the programme.

The great thing with travelling it is a great opportunity to catch up on sleep, fly catching or general banter!

The bus journey stops occasionally at a type of service station where it drives slowly through giving an opportunity for passengers to purchase goods by sliding open the windows and reaching down to the sellers who have all kinds of food produce on top of their heads.

On exiting the bus in Lusake we were greeted by a number of taxi drivers all offering their driving services including one attempt to gain your business by offering their car keys for you to drive their car.I have to say I was tempted but politely refused!