Terminal

The 18th was a highly eventful day with plenty to write about. We spent the night in Nairobi airport cafe trying to get comfortable on seats that aren't comfy to sit on for a long duration. The airport was FREEZING, and sleeping in a fleece wasn't even warm enough (THIS IS AFRICA!). Equally the high volumed, monotonous voice of the "American plastic surgery = perfection and Hollywood's secrets", was not the entertainment to send one off to sleep.

Having had around 2 hours sleep, we expectantly crowded round gate 3 for the plane to Lusaka, only to find that there was a fault with the plane.
A two hour delay and NO information whatsoever.
Finally around 11 we were airbourne.

Arrival in Lusaka took its toll. Not only was the Youth Hostel actually the Salvation Army, because they'd managed not to book their original choice in time! But also, it was FREEZING. I knew it was winter, but I never anticipated how cold it would be.
The rooms were tiny, with one bathroom between 10 girls and an icy shower. There were cockroaches everywhere. I think had it been a bit warmer, I'd have thought "sod this, I'm in Africa"...instead I felt that we'd taken a detour to Romania.

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Next day, after a lengthy delay in waiting for the bus (John had forgotten to book it - MEN!), we embarked on a 7 hour roadtrip to Livingstone, for our bonding week (although I think getting cosy in Nairobi should not be undervalued).
The route was exciting, seeing people and the conditions en route. Welcome to Africa.
Had to take a massive detour over a proper African road (as opposed to the Japanese renovated areas). Bit hard on the ass, but the red sahara sand had me singing "This is the Great Southland" to myself.

Arrived in Livingstone's Jollyboys Hostel, by early evening. The place seemed like Paradise compared to Salvation Army. The staff were really friendly and there was a swimming pool, although with the wintry conditions you'd have to be mad! Had a lovely evening socialising with everyone.