The rain finally subsides and reveals an almost perfect African evening. The full moon lights up the savanna and a couple of persistent clouds hover around the bright ball as it casts its silver light over them. In the distance, lightning reminds us of the storm that passed and has moved on to bless other crops and fields.
We have been in this crowded truck for way too long, and we haven’t stopped since early afternoon. It is after 22h00, we were supposed to arrive at 23h00 but we aren’t even close. For the past ten hours we have been sharing this truck, all five of us and our collective belongings jam-packed in the front, with our bike and cargo at the back. This was supposed to be a quicker and more comfortable option – it has turned out to be neither.
We spent the afternoon chatting and playing cards as we drove through the western part of Zambia. When the sun set we became quiet, taking turns to sleep but mostly searching for another comfortable spot to sit in. By midnight even the powerful scene created by the moon was not enough to keep our spirits up and we were stuck somewhere between sleep and Tanzania, neither getting any closer.
By dawn we had given up on the myth of comfort and sleep. Our bodies danced along with the motion of the heavy truck as it hit pothole after pothole, some big enough to swallow our bike, whilst we all drowsily hoping to see the end of this friendly country soon.
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