After stepping off the south African airways plane, looking up to see a cloudless sky, and taking a deep breathe of Lusaka air, I think it is safe to say we all looked at eachother and silently muttered in our heads "we are here!" About 6 months of planning had amounted to this moment and it felt great.
With a spring in our step we made our way to passport control where Harvey got swiftly taken to one side while they worked out what cue he should be in and the rest of us got taken to the cleaners for 50 buckos for visas.

After making it through the first hurdle, we made our way outside to find Chester the jester and our driver, Mvola (Mr Fanta). First stop, the bank for some local currency. After realising we were all becoming millionaires in kwacha, barney had a slightly different look on his face. He was trying to work out how much money he could make if he moved his life savings to Zambia to pick up the mind boggling 16% interest rate. Always an eye on the financials for barney.

Half an hour later we headed the mini van, which soon became known as the party bus. Before taking our seats for the long journey ahead, the locals got blessed with some free entertainment they had never witnessed before.....5 pastey white men dropping their keys to trade jeans for shorts and shoes for flip flops. 

The journey begins, and 7hours later, after countless mosi, games of risk, top trumps, leg lifting over train tracks, piss breaks and extreme lad banter, we arrived in livingstone and kept our cat like eyes pealed for our place of residence, 'The Fawlty towers'. Still excited from the start of our adventure, a few novices decided to pop some pro plus to keep them going for the Mahiki of livingstone, 'the hippo'. Once we arrived, we soon realised the hippo was as baron as Barny's recent love life.

After walking through another set of travellers' room to get to ours, we quickly painted the room in mosquito spray, and carried out rock, paper, scissors to decide beds. This time round Rich was above a Greek, much preferred to his previous experience of being under a sweaty German.

Ring ring, ring ring...... Alarm goes off bright and early and we make our way to the bathroom and reveal our ballerina like skills as we float around the swirling pubus in the middle of the shower. Bags packed and ready to hit the road, joss gets approached by a Lusaka local trying to increase her Facebook network and spots an innocent Brit ready to be pounced on. Against his better judgement, joss unfortunately declined. 

Next stop off to the Zambei Sun, a hotel much like the Hilton, and away from the hostel smelling of Biltong