Right so as promised I will tell you about our bus journey - It wasn't quite as eventful as I thought it might be which will dissapppoint most of you I am sure.

However, let me tell you that a 4-5 hour bus journey in Zambia actually takes 7! The hours were just blasting by when we thought it was 4/5 - at 2 hours in we were so excited due to be half way there that when we stopped at a small village to let people on we thought these might be southerners but one look on our map to revealed that actually we were basically still on the outskirts of Lusaka.

Lets just have a quick description of the bus before we continue the next five hours of travel, The lady in reception had said that she normally got a bus as it was like being on a plane (if not better!) well im not sure what planes she'd been on was our thoughts - oh how quick to judge we were!

Anyway the seats were very comfy and had the woman not reclined her seat to being horizonal straight on my knees then there was/should have been quite a lot of leg room. What really racked me off more than anything, other than the fact that I could very well have given the woman a facial and head massage from where I was was the fact the silly cow sat more or less up right the entire fricking trip and left me sitting legs a kimbo like a frog.

When we got on we had our seat numbers which were neatly felt tipped onto the ceiling and the sound of african music drumming away - surely this music would not continue for the entire journey - having had a few bus trip experiences on the rest of my travels I was pretty sure it would - but no just our luck they played the same english CD for about 3 hours. after listening Madonna singing 'like a virgin' more than 3 times in half an hour i beg anyone to not become a little tense about how long the trip was lasting - but hey ho it was switched off, we were all offered a bottle of fizzy crap that looked like it would melt your teeth as soon as it touched them, which i wasn't going to have until i ate the small muffin they gave me which was so dry it literally robbed my mouth of saliva and had me reaching from behind the womans on my knees head and grabbing the drink from mums grasp.

Anyway, after this hell of a snack time the tvs dropped down - more or less literally and we were greated by bruce willis's face starring at us from a distance - this would have possibly been useful to us but clearly the sound level for s*** music was much louder than the sound for a s*** film...even if we'd wanted to listen to it we couldn't and due to the size of the screen we really couldn't contemplate lip reading.

The small child infront who was an absolute dream, no crying she just had a little sleep and then a drink of juice, she seemed to wake up a bit then - it was possibly due to the acid hitting her stomach at 100 miles an hour! But for the last 20 mins of our trip she started playing peek a boo with mum - which sent mum hysterical because it became some what teaseous after the first 10 mins!

Anyway this said we were very lucky that our driver, get us, was there to pick us up when we arrived - after some random man crawled from under the bus (i mean how long had he been there) and threw our bags through the dust to us we climbed into a small mini bus which looking back was slightly run down, but due to being able to see my knees for the first time in 7 hours i thought it was luxury.

A nice safe calm drive to the lodge and on our way through we even got the most fantastic view of some elephants crossing the bush down through a dirt track, we arrived at the lodge which was BEAUTIFUL - right on the Zabezi

Actually that was possibly more everntful that i thought but when you've been on as many shocking bus journies as I have, the fact that we had a door by the end of it and i hadn't been held at gun point make this journey pretty average.