Zambia Up Close and Personal 12+

📗 ‘Feeling suddenly faint, I toss a quick prayer heavenwards for protection against all things visible and invisible, before tucking in with feigned gusto to goat stew, washed down with tea made from freshly boiled river water, telling myself, a few mouthfuls will suffice to see duty done.“Let’s hope we’re not in one of those African regions where eyeballs and testicles are considered the ultimate delicacy,” Bob mutters under his breath.I gag on a glob of goat stew, hair still attached to the larger lumps. “You are joking?”“Only for the most honoured guests, naturally!” he sniggers.’ ‘“Look out, elephant!” I call out as an enormous bull, ears flapping, trunk waving and trumpeting loudly stampedes out from the surrounding bush.“Go, go, go!” Ali and I chorus together.With seconds to spare before the elephant reaches us, Bob’s foot hits the accelerator. Leaving behind a cloud of dust, the vehicle zooms out of harm’s way. In the wing mirror, I watch the entire herd emerge from surrounding bush in full charge stampeding down the road behind us.“Did you get a picture?” Bob has the gall to ask.No, I did not!’ ‘The young policeman is getting into his stride. “This person is disputing my judgement,” he announces. “An infringement is an infringement.”“Officer, you cannot treat these persons like this!” Mr Mbai joins the fray.Even Mr Chama joins in. “These people are from the UK, they are helping the people of our country.”The young policeman is having none of it. “Everyone in this vehicl...