22nd day, morning

I made myself mad! 3 hours sleep and we were off again. It was just a half an hour drive to the border Botswana-Zambia. No time to sleep in the truck. It was even fun, after passing some soldiers doing their morning drill. We took the ferrie and ended up in the queu, all waiting for this thing which was kept together with rust. It looked we had to wait for hours, but with some extra money, the truck stood surprisingly in front of the line. That was not so hard!
But, after passing the river, the passport control began. While Tom and Dion were busy with the borderpolice, we just sat, watched and enjoyed all activity around us. I saw no pity men, who were begging for money like in Cape Town or Smakopmund. I saw proud women and smooth bargains, Change money? You want to exchange valuable Botswanian into worthless Zambian? Of course, but always to little.
Finally, we went on to Livingstone. Our stay, the last 2 days in Southern Africa.