Geesh, now that was bad timing. We just managed to
join the immigration queue at precisely the same time as about 200
Malawians, who were planning on making their way across Zimbabwe on
route to SA in search of work. So, it was a long wait but they were very
interesting and I was glad to be speaking English again. Just couldn't
get the grasp of this Portuguese thing. Anyway, turns out Mr Tony Blair
isn't so popular here in Zim and we had to fork out $55 each for a visa
and another $25 for road tax. Watching the bunch of Malawians all squash
into the back of a truck and head off into yonder, all they seemed to
have with them was a pristine looking passports, no shoes, bags,
nothing, just passports. "What will you do when you get there I
asked" I asked, "Oh, I don't know, building work or something?"
But where will they stay? Whose gonna look after then, I wondered? Rob
told me to relax, he was sure they had it all sorted but I wasn't so
sure. The first town we drove through was Mutare. On the surface it all
looked rather grand. Not sure what we were expecting but it all looked
pretty normal to us. However, on closer inspection, the tell tale signs
were there. Signs outside fuel stations stating "no petrol/no
diesel" and long queues from the doorways of shops. Consulting our
somewhat out of date LP, we headed for an "overlanders paradise"
called Drifters, a few km away. The caretaker was delighted to see us
and showed us a place (after more emergency gardening) to camp beneath
some trees. We worked it out that on our exchange rate that it would
cost us 30 euro CENTS each. He gave us a room to use the shower and loo
(the loo wasn't actually working but hey, the thought was there) They
had a small pool with icy water and we splashed about and enjoyed the
last of the day's sun. Just as we were cracking the first beer, the
owners came walking past and she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw
us. " Oh my goodness darling. Look!" she says to her husband, "Real
travellers! Wow, we haven't had any of them for a while. Goodness, are
you ok, are you comfortable?" We assured them we were just fine and
we had a good old laugh about Mr Mugabe's antics.
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