Zambia - April, 2015

Upon entering Zambia we rode through mountains, trees and bush (and rain).  The terrain quickly levelled out and tall grass and bushes blocked our view of anything other than the road ahead.  There was a difference when we entered Zambia, it was much quieter and for the first time I was bored at times biking.  I realized later it was because there were very few people, towns and villages.

The clouds kept us entertained as we were all guessing if and when the rain would come as we watched the clouds gathering.

We camped across the road from this crocodile infested river.  We were told that the crocodiles seldom cross the road.  From this vantage point you can see 3 countries, standing in Zambia, looking across the at Zimbabwe and Mozambique in the background.

Huge threatening clouds were heading to our camp site.  They delivered some strong wind and heavy rain but not for very long.

Three of us had already biked +100km, had gotten wet and could see rain clouds gathering over the next hill.  So we stood our bikes by the side of the road and sat on an abandoned porch until we saw the TDA Lunch truck coming and flagged it down for a ride into camp.