Our trip concludes in Lusaka, Zambia, the capital of this former British colony. We spent only a couple of nights in Livingstone, enough time to see Victoria Falls (impressive!) and for me to wander through town to the national Railway Museum (just on the southern edge of town). I saw a few interesting iron horses, and while thought it was pricey for what it was (entry was about $15), I couldn’t resist.
We then hopped a beautiful long distance bus, courtesy of Mazhandu Bus Company, which whisked us to Lusaka in comfort. The huge Saab Scania Busscar cruised easily in excess of 80mph, and the driver had the tunes cranked up. There is something surreal about barreling down a highway (akin to a two-lane country road back home) listening to Daughtry’s “Going Home” watching the Zambian countryside fly by.
Well, I’m going home, to the place where I belong….
But, these faces and the places are growing old, so I’m coming home….
Once in Lusaka, we hopped a cab to our hotel, a final night of luxury before the arduous trip home. The hotel is next to the Arcades Mall, in which we found an ice cream parlor, and whose parking lot hosts a market every Sunday. We availed ourselves a souvenir or two, and I managed to barter my no-longer-wanted pullover (a constant companion on this trip) for a nice wooden bowl.
It’s a bittersweet feeling to be finishing with our ‘round the world adventure. On the one hand, it’s great to think about not living out of a backpack, not moving every couple of days and to getting back into a comfortable routine. We long for our own beds, to eat food that we have been craving, and to socialize with friends and family. We miss our dog and look forward to reunited with her. Everyone is in need of some solitary time too, after months of constant togetherness.
On the other hand, this trip has been amazing: what we’ve seen and done, as a family, has been incredible. Fortunately we live in a very large, interesting world, with much more to be discovered and explored.