I crossed the border with Tanzania earlier today and my feelings are mixed, again.
I’m kind of sad to leave Zambia, so many memories, so many challenges, so many encounters, so much wildlife, so many proposals (I swear!), I got lost, many times, I was mesmerised by the beauty of this wild land of Africa, I bought my first pee box, I crossed the Zambezi on a pontoon (sorry again Rafiki!), I stayed with a Tonga family nearby Sinazeze, I ate my first nsima, I was standing 3 meters away from a hippo, 2 meters away from a Nile crocodile, I saw a lion roaming nearby the camp, I heard him, many times at night, elephants were my closest neighbors, the load bed cover came off in the middle of a game reserve at night, I could smell the stinky sardines of the Lake Tanganyika, I laughed, I hugged, so much, I was angry, I never felt lonely, I got mad at 2 policewomen in Lusaka, I drove so much for such short distances, I barely took showers, I discovered strange smells from me, I learnt how to dance on Zambian music, I was proud of my Rafiki; I felt deeply alive.
Thank you Zambia.
I will never forget you.
(A few photos I took on the road. Raw and intense moments)
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