The last outpost of Zambia before Namibia's "Capriri Strip" begins, this little village lives of the fact that they are the gateway to Namibia. The hotel was alright, but the weather was rather grey. The advertised hippos were neither visible nore audible. We played cards and drank beer. The friendly hotel owner of Dutch descend cooked a wonderful meal for us and a Zambian business man who has spent Christmas in this place alone away from his family because he was waiting for spare parts for a gas station which has been broken for 3 months. He was really kind and we had a good chat with him.
I was desperate because I was out of cigarettes. I found a young doctor at the bar and hired him to drive to the center for me and buy me some cigarettes, He did so and I paid him with a prolonged conversation about Africa, Europe and the differences.
The Dutch owner constantly complained that the real boss around this place is his Zambian wife. "you better do what she says!".
The next day we were off to Namibia. Basically we went to the other side of the Zambezi river.
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