The road less travelled…

These words by the American poet could have been written with this day’s travel in mind…

The plan: As we left Livingstone early in the morning of 28th May, 2019, we were intending to take the road towards Lusaka, drive to Kalomo and then turn away from the main road towards Choma, using the “D714 graded road” to the Dundumwezi gate near the southeastern tip of the massive Kafue National Park. From there we would drive inside the park towards the campsite at Hippo Bay, on the shore of Lake Itezhi-Tezhi.

The reality: After turning off in Kalomo onto a wide dirt road that was being graded (the D714?), we somehow managed to select a wrong turning somewhere. We continued much too far in a northerly direction and had clearly missed the road to the Dundumwezi gate. In the absence of a decent paper map, or roads that could be on it, both A and I were using Google Maps on our phones and this indicated a couple of route options northwards, towards Namwala. From there we could turn West and enter the Park near Itezhi-Tezhi. This should also work, we thought. So far, so good.

Now you might also know that feeling when you are not entirely sure that you’re driving in the right direction, or on the right road, but you don’t want to turn back because it will turn out you were actually on the right track and then you have to turn around again. No? Happens to me all the time. Also on this day. So we continued on roads that were getting smaller and worse as the day wore on, through little villages and dusty hamlets, between dry corn fields and fallow lands, all the time in a more or less northwesterly direction. Whenever we found intersections with other dirt roads, we would consult our Google maps, have a mini-conference, select the road to take, and soldier on.

Traffic was light. Sometimes a person on a bicycle, at one point in time a broken-down pickup truck in the middle of the road and later a few carts pulled by donkeys or oxen. From time to time, a pedestrian on the road to somewhere from nowhere. I can see you thinking: What about road signs? Uhhh.. no.

There was some sort of problem with this vehicle, but they didn’t need our help and I’m quite sure they thought that we might be in greater need of assistance, than they were

What about asking someone for directions? Yes, that we did do, we did have a female in the car. The responses were always polite and seemed to indicate that yes, we were indeed driving in the direction of the Kafue National Park. At times we received more detailed instructions, like “soon you will come to a village and then drive past the church, then you will pass a school and then take the next right turn near the clinic”, etc. If you’ve ever driven through the African bush then you will know that these instructions are not quite as clear as you might expect: “Soon” could mean anything, “right” could actually mean the opposite and a school or clinic is not always such an obvious building.

Traffic

The morning had already turned into afternoon and by now we were sure that we had not taken the best route to Itezhi-Tezhi. But, being optimists, and being guided by the thick blue lines on Google Maps, we continued northwestwards, convinced that we would at some point reach an East-West road and then we would turn left, towards the Kafue National Park.

Now here I should explain a few things about Google Maps: If you select a starting point and an end point for a trip, it will pick the route that it thinks is best. It doesn’t always know that for sure, and it doesn’t help if you stray off the main roads into the African bush. Anyway, undeterred, it will still imagine some route (note: “route”, not “road”), mark it with a fat blue line on your map and send you on your merry way. Google Maps uses a GPS to plot your location on the Earth, but needs a telephone signal to access a map where this location can be plotted. Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t really work well in areas where the signal is bad. Also, even if the signals are strong enough, and you are placed accurately on the map, sometimes there are no nearby landmarks on the same map… Knowing that you are exactly at the one spot on an otherwise empty map, is not very useful.

Anyway, our blue line guided us ever northwards and westwards on roads that became narrower and finally became sandy tracks. The number of villages decreased, as did the quality of English spoken there. We often greeted villagers or cyclists or pedestrians, who always responded with “Good afternoon, how are you?” and when we asked for directions they would respond with the same sentence…

One of the many hamlets seen along the way

By mid-afternoon, we’d had to backtrack a few time since tracks disappeared or turned into narrow, dry riverbeds, and we’d already accepted the fact that we would not reach Hippo Bay before dark. During my years of living and working in Africa, I have always advised against driving at night, you never know whether a road might be blocked with something, or whether there’s a serious pot-hole or a truck without lights coming towards you. None of these dangers seemed real on this trek, so we continued on. We were getting a bit worried, but at worst, we thought, we’ll just stop somewhere, sleep in the rooftent, and make a new plan in the morning. The Prado is (fortunately!) equipped with double fuel tanks but even so, I was starting to think about places where we might overnight safely and also where we could top up the next day, especially if we’d have to drive all the way back.

Time for a coffee break after turning back from a dead-end track

This was also turning into a very educational experience for me. Far from the bright lights of Lusaka, we could see how so many people live in rural conditions. People walking long distances to get to school, or to their fields. And while everybody in Lusaka appears to speak good English, this was apparently not a useful skill in the countryside. We stopped at a well-attended mission school, where the neatly uniformed students did speak English and confirmed that yes, the Kafue National Park was in that direction. More detailed directions were not available, however.

Happy kids pumping water from a well, to supply their households

Later on, we passed one shebeen after the other. These informal (read: unlicensed, illegal) pubs appeared to be quite popular, indicated by the noisy and semi-vertical people outside, who tried to give us directions in rather rambling discussions, while arguing with each other. As dusk settled onto the countryside, we noticed that these shebeens often featured flashing, psychedelic purple lighting outside, as well as “music” blasting from boomboxes. Very strange to see and hear, in dusty open woodland, between corn fields and empty grassland. Must be heaven for a battery salesman. We no longer stopped to ask for directions, since the patrons of these places were increasingly unable to stand up straight, some of them managing to stand almost diagonally, defying gravity.

West was in that direction

And then, it was dark. As a result it was no longer possible to drive towards the North or the West or somewhere in between using the setting sun, nor was it easy to see the tracks we were trying to drive on. Also, telephone signals had all but disappeared, making our Google Maps even less useful. The Prado is a lovely vehicle to drive in, it even has a built-in compass, but this was not working, giving erratic readings. Suddenly, A remembered that W had a compass app on his iPhone! So, with W in the front passenger seat, using the compass on his phone, we continued more or less northwards and westwards, using tracks that coincided vaguely with those directions. Each time we reached a fork in the road, I would consult the compass operator, who would suggest which track was going in the desired direction.. Unbelievably, even in the pitch darkness, we would still encounter the odd pedestrian, carrying an axe or a shovel. How these guys could see where they were going, is a mystery.

Driving through the bush to avoid a tree in the road

Suddenly, the track was blocked by a tree that had fallen across it. It was too big to drag out of the way, so W and I took our torches and scouted a route around the obstruction, through the bush. This required the removal of some smaller bushes and shrubs, sorry about that, Zambia.

Driving ever northwards, our Google Maps indicated that we would soon cross a “road”, named the M11, that we could use to travel westwards towards the Park. I grew up in Johannesburg, where the M1 and M2 are major highways, but I did not expect the M11 to be in the same category. Hopefully, however, it would be a real road. But our hopes were dashed because we crossed the M11 without even noticing that it was there and we had to backtrack until Google told us that we were on it. The M11 turned out to be yet another sandy track, more or less following a line of electricity poles that were being erected. Anyway, our choices were limited and we followed the track westwards. We encountered multiple forks in this braided system of tracks and really tried to find the “road more travelled” but at least twice this turned out to be a wrong choice and we had to turn around in the deep sand, retrace our tracks and try again. Now this all sounds very adventurous and even fun, but it’s pretty worrying when you are slowly and quite literally bundu-bashing through the African countryside, in the darkness, with only a cone of light ahead of the vehicle and no clear indication where you are headed and when you’ll get there!

Finally, around 20:30, we saw an actual road right in front of us. Hallelujah! Only a dirt road, but 100% better than anything we’d been on for the last 12 hours or so. We turned North on this and soon saw the sign for the Southern Headquarters of the Kafue National Park.

Since it was well after sunset, entry into the Park itself would not be possible, but we were keen to overnight somewhere near some relative civilisation, so we drove towards the Headquarters buildings. Here we found a very friendly security officer, armed with an AK-47, who suggested that we park the vehicle right between the quadrangle of buildings, almost under the flagpole. Invitation gratefully accepted! He even offered that we plug our extension cord into a socket in his office and brought a bucket of water for the toilet, which was not working since the water pump is apparently switched off after office hours. We saw an antelope just wander between the buildings and I asked whether he saw much wildlife here. He confirmed that a male lion had just wandered past, under his office window, a few nights ago. We were grateful for the lights, therefore! It was after 21:00 by this time, but we hadn’t eaten anything for many hours, so we set up our gas stove and A made us a very nice and very welcome instant soup.

W and A crawled into the rooftop tent and I just settled with my pillow and sleeping bag into the passenger seat. I can’t remember when I ever slept better.

The less travelled road – all 14 hours of it.

We did not travel on the road we’d planned to, and we’d stumbled along the route largely by accident and luck, but I must agree with Frost – it made all the difference to our day and to our journey. Instead of just getting from A to B, we’d had a truly unique experience. Next time, however, I’ll bring a decent (paper) map.

3 thoughts on “The road less travelled…

  1. Hallo R & M, wat een belevenis! Ron, jij had schrijver kunnen worden. Wat zeg ik? Dat kan alsnog!
    Erg leuk om te lezen wat jullie meemaakten, vooral omdat je alles goed verwoord en humoristisch beschrijft met gevoel voor understatement. Bravo! Maak er een boek van en zoek een uitgever. Ik kijk alvast uit naar de volgende aflevering. Groet, Hans

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  2. Hi Ron & geselskap, wat ‘n interessante ekspedisie en dit sonder ‘n kaart of behoorlike GPS!! Beslis ‘n avontuur wat julle sal bybly. Geniet jul tog verder.

    Groete

    Hennie & Mara Smit

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    1. Hi Hennie en Mara, ja dit was ‘n regte avontuur. Wens ons kon dit verder geniet, maar hierdie tog was ‘n jaar gelede en ek geniet weer van die beskrywing daarvan. Nog net een episode op hierdie tog, dan moet ek begin werk aan ‘n ander storie…
      Cheers, Ron en Marina

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