We crossed into Botswana about 2 hours after we started. The border crossing was smooth, and problem free, but still felt a little exciting.
We spent that first night in Botswana, right at the border of Zambia. We had hoped to cross over, but didn't make it in time, before the border closed. We still had electricity and showers at our campsite, both that night and the following in Zambia near Lusaka at Eureka Campsite.
We set up camp in the dark for the first time. I am the mattress blow-up person, while the rest of them hassle over the tent. When all 5 of us are in the tent, it's almost wall to wall air mattresses so we leave most of our stuff in the car each night. We like the coziness in there, and all 5 chat a little before we start falling asleep. Evangel reads for a while with her headlamp. All 4 of the others have headlamps, while I have a solar lamp which works fine, as long as I remember to get it out into the sun a bit each day.
We got going before dawn on the 10th of March, and were crossing the great Zambezi River on a ferry boat before breakfast. I looked over at Paul as he was driving the Land Rover off the ferry, and there on the dash board was the book King of the Cannibals about missionary John Paton. I had a good laugh about that! Anyone seeing this guy coming with a book by that title, might think Paul was reading up on how to be a cannibal.
Paul had a ball at the border crossing. He got passing out tracts and people were very pleased to get them.
We had to get to Lusaka that day, trying to be in time to pick up Nick Harold at the Lusaka airport. I think we were a little late, but we did finally get Nick, get settled, and Jeni got more meat as that was something we hadn't been able to bring across the border.
We managed to get 5 tents set up, with 2 people in 3 tents, 5 people in one tent, and Nick was the lone ranger in his tent. I think we'd been in bed about 3 hours when it started to rain. It wasn't too long after that we discovered our tent leaks. It was a long night. Our air mattresses kept us off the ground, so that was good, but some of the drips were coming down on the kids' blankets. I think Josh woke up cold and wet around 3:30 AM, and I sent him to the car to finish the night. Evangel didn't even know it had rained! We had a puddle about 2 inches deep at the lower end of the tent where Paul and I were.
The next morning 4 of us took a dip in the beautiful lake at dawn. It took hours to get on the road because of a little car trouble, and breakfast and such, then we had stops along the way for food and to buy 3 bikes in Mansa and so forth. (Incidentally, Mansa was where we saw the last White people we were to see for about 20 days.)Therefore, we had to drive really late the next night, over a TERRIBLE road.
Around 9 PM we had a little accident with a pot hole that caused the roof rack on the Land Rover to slide off to the front. We lost over an hour with that one. Paul was exhausted. The boys were sound asleep, and Evangel was a heroine. She took it upon herself to sing to her Dad for the last 2-3 hours. One song after another. He joined in if he knew them, and it did the trick! He stayed awake long enough to get to our destination at Puta way up near the border with the Congo.