As we were preparing to come to 40/40, our leaders told us the weather would be comfortable- 70s and 80s- and dry. “It never rains in Zambia in May,” they promised.
It has rained every day since we came to bush camp. Usually, the showers haven’t lasted more than a few minutes, just long enough to cool off a hot day. But today, as we were sitting in the back of the flatbed truck waiting for the last group to arrive from their DFA, it started raining. Hard.
I don’t know if you’ve ever ridden in the back of a truck going 40 miles an hour in the driving rain, but if you haven’t, I wouldn’t recommend it.
Flatbed truck to drive you 6 km to Petauke $16
Fritters for 3 from the market $ 0.17
Airtime to call home on Mother’s Day $ 2
Getting stung in the face by raindrops with 60
of your closest friends Priceless
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