News flash…the streets in town, all the towns we came to, had news headlines printed on large paper and then posted on boards, trees, signs, all teasing the public into buying the paper to read the article. Hmmm…have to admit I don’t know what to make of this one. If you figure it out, please let me know.
The next day found us schlepping tents early in the morning, then heading out the border crossing to Zimbabwe. The line of trucks waiting to cross was probably 3km long – thank goodness we were not considered to be a commercial truck – we were able to drive up to the first crossing point with the cars. Still, it was quite an ordeal, shuffling from one line to the next, wrong place to the right one, divided group, reams of truck paperwork, but finally we were successful … with the first stage.
|No man's land crossing the Lompopo River|
We piled back on the truck to cross the Liimpopo River (a bit muddy here) and on to the 2nd stage…again in the lines, filling out forms, presenting them to the right person, following the passports as they moved from one clerk to the next but again…we made it through. Clayton had the longest wait, again, getting the truck paperwork correctly processed but…finally, we were officially in Zimbabwe and off for the next adventure!