At 7h30 I left Livingstone Safari Lodge, whose owner is from Friesland. The first 75km out of Livingstone to Zimba was the worst road, full of potholes, I have ever been on. Took two hours to do that stretch.  Thereafter the road was excellent (as good as the best in France for 120km) and varied: Bushveld, grassland, valleys and hills.
From Mazabuka, the surface had some potholes which meant I had to be alert all the time.
the road  from Kafue to Lusaka was rough but pretty through the hills.
Today’s ride was the most enjoyable to date, without doubt.
I arrived at Christian Brothers at about 5:15pm. Great  food and plenty of it.
The day after, I set off in direction of Chipata. It is too far to go in one day if you leave after 7am and because I didn’t want to ride in the dark, I stopped over at Kaingo Basic School. Many children came to stare at this apparition with helmet and yellow bike.
In the Kaingo Basic School there are 8 teachers, 500 pupils up to grade 7, divided in 3 classrooms, three sessions, during the day. The earn is about 1.000.000 Zam Kwatcha (about 195.47 euros).
Unfortunately their hand water pump broke down, and so no water! I woke up earlier in the morning, at 5am, and pushed off at about 6:30am.
The stretch to Chipata was rather boring. When I arrived there, I went to a Mamarulas camp, a lovely site, where I did get to do some cleaning.
After that, I went through the borders, exit from Zambia and entry to Malawy.

Then the 120km to Lilongwe I found good tar road, and so I could travel at 90kmh most of the day. Arrived at the Kibobo Sands camp I took a room, ate something and went to bad.
Today I am a half day ahead of schedule.
The ride from Lilongwe to Iringa was not so exciting. (Entry in Tanzania)
Iringa is a lovely old hilltop town. Still an interesting place with a Catholic Cathedral. Father Antony showed me a bit of the town and he helped me to get some tinned food. He also recommended me to go “The Riverside Camp”, about 20km outside Iringa. The camp on the river was pretty and was full of students learning Swahili. Very few Tanzanians can speak English and this together with a sense of fear makes  it very difficult to communicate.
The day after I went to Morogoro, the trip was rather uneventful. The scenery like the African music was a little repetitive. On the way, I went through the Mikumi game Reserve for about 45km. I saw some Impala, a herd of Buffalo and in the distance a single giraffe.
On way I stopped at Swiss restaurant run by a Swiss German, married to a Tanzanian. A very neat place.
In Morogoro I stayed over at St Thomas youth centre run by the Sisters of the Precious Blood. The place is used as a clinic, conference centre and any other use it can be put to. And also when I arrived there was no power, because a storm had severed electric cables; by 7pm power was restored.
On the 20th Day of my journey I arrived at Dar Es Salaam where I finally met my son, Nick, who will be my fellow traveller up to Cape North. Start raining.