Views over the lake were stunningly beautiful again in the early morning, with the clouds building over the middle of the lake catching the early sun.
B went to find Albert, who had approached us the evening before with a camera he had been given, to give him an SD card and an adapter that would both be useful. We paid for our camping, said our goodbyes and rumbled off up the track, tearing a few small branches from the trees as we went.
In Mbala we bought fuel and bread, and then visited the Moto Moto Museum 3km down a slow sand track. Sadly we didn’t have time to do the museum justice but we did find it interesting. There was a section on pre-history in the area, with many stone tools and other artefacts on display; and another section on more recent history, in particular the struggles in Zambia for independence (1964) and for multi-party democracy (1990). The ethnography gallery also held very many interesting items. This collection was originally started by a missionary known as Bwana Moto or Moto Moto.
From Mbala we continued south on the old Great North Road to Kasama, arriving at about 3. Although the road was actually in quite good condition, the verges had not been cut and were swaying with 5ft grasses in flower except where there was an entrance to a home or hamlet. Many people along this route are living in traditionally built residences. Some of these appear to be quite old from the smoothness and rounding-off of the mud at the entrances. At Kasama we finally got a SIM card for MTN, although we later wished we had got Airtel, which seems to have more coverage.
We headed out of town to Kasembo Guesthouse. It had a weird uncomfortable atmosphere and we were lied to about the availability of hot water, so we went back into town to Thorn Tree Guesthouse. The bougainvillea at the entrance looked too low for us but Ewart the owner was encouraging and, with a bit of pushing and shoving, we got in. Ewart was so relaxed and welcoming and I wasn’t feeling well, so we took a room. In the evening there was a noisy birthday party but it didn’t bother me that much.
B went to find Albert, who had approached us the evening before with a camera he had been given, to give him an SD card and an adapter that would both be useful. We paid for our camping, said our goodbyes and rumbled off up the track, tearing a few small branches from the trees as we went.
In Mbala we bought fuel and bread, and then visited the Moto Moto Museum 3km down a slow sand track. Sadly we didn’t have time to do the museum justice but we did find it interesting. There was a section on pre-history in the area, with many stone tools and other artefacts on display; and another section on more recent history, in particular the struggles in Zambia for independence (1964) and for multi-party democracy (1990). The ethnography gallery also held very many interesting items. This collection was originally started by a missionary known as Bwana Moto or Moto Moto.
From Mbala we continued south on the old Great North Road to Kasama, arriving at about 3. Although the road was actually in quite good condition, the verges had not been cut and were swaying with 5ft grasses in flower except where there was an entrance to a home or hamlet. Many people along this route are living in traditionally built residences. Some of these appear to be quite old from the smoothness and rounding-off of the mud at the entrances. At Kasama we finally got a SIM card for MTN, although we later wished we had got Airtel, which seems to have more coverage.
We headed out of town to Kasembo Guesthouse. It had a weird uncomfortable atmosphere and we were lied to about the availability of hot water, so we went back into town to Thorn Tree Guesthouse. The bougainvillea at the entrance looked too low for us but Ewart the owner was encouraging and, with a bit of pushing and shoving, we got in. Ewart was so relaxed and welcoming and I wasn’t feeling well, so we took a room. In the evening there was a noisy birthday party but it didn’t bother me that much.