Panjo
Race Dog
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so hope all had an awesome weekend....gotta get my head off bussiness and onto Zambia...
so i had mentioned before my gps had some hiccups. so as i set off in search of fuel i had saved harold's location as it was getting dark and i dont want to loose him here in the darkest if central africa... leaving was a hard choice to make butt we thought it was the right one. my fuel was also very low and my thoughts were really fuc*ing with my head. never split up!! and not now as nite was falling, i knew that my gps was not 100% so i was chasing the last of the sun trying to remember the route and not run into a goat or cow or little child as we were entering civilization again well an african one that is. smoke from the roadside fires and all.
so back to the route, have to remember about 5 kms then right, 3 more then left. **** getting dark no sign of siavonga or any bloody town. how much fuel do i have? can i go another 10 kms? why does no one understand the words PETROL???
left at big boabab with sign to sandy beach. chasing the sun then after 4 kms big sign in english Boabab lodge. stop still half hrs of light left.
heart is suddenly filled with some joy. there i meet an older english woman that says town is still 20kms away and there is no fuel in the actual town... great i am now royally screwed. so thanks again to the warmth of africa, cause after telling her our story of our route and where my friend is stranded without fuel she says i must come in and see if there is no fuel maybe just lying around as this place belongs to her brother and all the vehicles run off diesel....
so luckily in the boatshed we find maybe 10 litres of juice. 2 stroke??? well hope not. so we pour into my tank. she refuses any payment from me and even arranges our accomadation with Herman the german at sandy bay as they are not officially open to the public yet... so i promise to come back the following day for a cuppa tea and a chat and off i go again...
now to find harold, my bloody gps doesn't even show him under locations so i just try to backtrack and start retracing my ride... now i am giving it gas as the sun is gone and light is fading fast. every single path looks the same retrace taking my kms left right no left FUC* 10kms further and it is dark... okay after almost falling at speed i stop get off my bike and just breath for a minute to relax as my adrenalin is slightly high.. okay rudi just chill and go slow you will find him. in the darkness your fears gets amplified, the terrain loooks the bloody same and the shadows jump at you. 5 kms further and that little dry river i do recall, cool this is the right track. slowly does is and another 15 mins pass hooray a bunch of people in the middle of the road. and one red lady. where is harold. **** he is drinking and singing songs with his new friends. i am pumped and relieved, really relieved.
so i had mentioned before my gps had some hiccups. so as i set off in search of fuel i had saved harold's location as it was getting dark and i dont want to loose him here in the darkest if central africa... leaving was a hard choice to make butt we thought it was the right one. my fuel was also very low and my thoughts were really fuc*ing with my head. never split up!! and not now as nite was falling, i knew that my gps was not 100% so i was chasing the last of the sun trying to remember the route and not run into a goat or cow or little child as we were entering civilization again well an african one that is. smoke from the roadside fires and all.
so back to the route, have to remember about 5 kms then right, 3 more then left. **** getting dark no sign of siavonga or any bloody town. how much fuel do i have? can i go another 10 kms? why does no one understand the words PETROL???
left at big boabab with sign to sandy beach. chasing the sun then after 4 kms big sign in english Boabab lodge. stop still half hrs of light left.
heart is suddenly filled with some joy. there i meet an older english woman that says town is still 20kms away and there is no fuel in the actual town... great i am now royally screwed. so thanks again to the warmth of africa, cause after telling her our story of our route and where my friend is stranded without fuel she says i must come in and see if there is no fuel maybe just lying around as this place belongs to her brother and all the vehicles run off diesel....
so luckily in the boatshed we find maybe 10 litres of juice. 2 stroke??? well hope not. so we pour into my tank. she refuses any payment from me and even arranges our accomadation with Herman the german at sandy bay as they are not officially open to the public yet... so i promise to come back the following day for a cuppa tea and a chat and off i go again...
now to find harold, my bloody gps doesn't even show him under locations so i just try to backtrack and start retracing my ride... now i am giving it gas as the sun is gone and light is fading fast. every single path looks the same retrace taking my kms left right no left FUC* 10kms further and it is dark... okay after almost falling at speed i stop get off my bike and just breath for a minute to relax as my adrenalin is slightly high.. okay rudi just chill and go slow you will find him. in the darkness your fears gets amplified, the terrain loooks the bloody same and the shadows jump at you. 5 kms further and that little dry river i do recall, cool this is the right track. slowly does is and another 15 mins pass hooray a bunch of people in the middle of the road. and one red lady. where is harold. **** he is drinking and singing songs with his new friends. i am pumped and relieved, really relieved.
so after having a swigg of brandy from my own stash to calm my nerves, we start retrieving fuel for the red lady. well we do 2 litres, cause now i dont know how much i have and or how much i had before i got fuel. so basically still a problem butt a small one.
i was battling to get harold away from his new friends,maybe he had too much of the gin tots or he had one of the ladies in his eye. maybe my adrenalin was still too high.i dont know.now i am stinking, sweaty, tired and i told harold about the beds for tonite... so that got his attention.. o and the 2 bloody steaks and cold beer that was waiting.i think it was that.so off we went again for 20 kms then nothing.
damn i was now tired butt containing and harold a bit pissed of at his red girl.so 2 more litres. and no start. you see it was always a bit deal to get fuel back to those now dry carbs... so out comes the tow cable again, again on sand trying to pull start her till she fuelled her carbs. and off again this time the roads were familiar and the big boabab. please turn right to the sandy beach lodge 2 kms more.... yeah almost....
so there we finally arrive. and there is herman and he has bungalows at a good rate and he knows we are coming and he has our steaks almost ready and whole fridge of COLD beers. WOW and the world cup final is starting in 30 mins. wtf we were sent here to our own little heaven. o and real beds and beer...
now to try and even explain our emotions is futile.
i was battling to get harold away from his new friends,maybe he had too much of the gin tots or he had one of the ladies in his eye. maybe my adrenalin was still too high.i dont know.now i am stinking, sweaty, tired and i told harold about the beds for tonite... so that got his attention.. o and the 2 bloody steaks and cold beer that was waiting.i think it was that.so off we went again for 20 kms then nothing.
damn i was now tired butt containing and harold a bit pissed of at his red girl.so 2 more litres. and no start. you see it was always a bit deal to get fuel back to those now dry carbs... so out comes the tow cable again, again on sand trying to pull start her till she fuelled her carbs. and off again this time the roads were familiar and the big boabab. please turn right to the sandy beach lodge 2 kms more.... yeah almost....
so there we finally arrive. and there is herman and he has bungalows at a good rate and he knows we are coming and he has our steaks almost ready and whole fridge of COLD beers. WOW and the world cup final is starting in 30 mins. wtf we were sent here to our own little heaven. o and real beds and beer...
now to try and even explain our emotions is futile.
to give you an idea of going from pic 795 and 803 heaven in the last 3 pics.
so now we will rest. and rest we did. here harold will tell you more
so now we will rest. and rest we did. here harold will tell you more
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Gee eS
Race Dog
Great RR! Thanks :thumleft:
Moloko
Pack Dog
Yup... when we arrived at Herman Ze German the harshness of the previous five days was washed away with several windhoek lagers, rear t-bone steak and fruit salad with icecream. All of ths served in a beautiful beach bar - waves breaking at our feet. Bliss
Out of respect for our 'bottom road' accomplishment Herman gave rudi and i our own rooms. Warm showers, comfortable beds, beautifull scenery. Siavonga, we're arrived!
This would be our home for the next three nights.
The first morning i woke up to the familliar sound of capenta fishing riggs' diesel engines slogging away, hundreds of them placed in a grid system over the Kariba lake. I knew rudi would not be up for at least another two hours, so i took a stroll.
Out of respect for our 'bottom road' accomplishment Herman gave rudi and i our own rooms. Warm showers, comfortable beds, beautifull scenery. Siavonga, we're arrived!
This would be our home for the next three nights.
The first morning i woke up to the familliar sound of capenta fishing riggs' diesel engines slogging away, hundreds of them placed in a grid system over the Kariba lake. I knew rudi would not be up for at least another two hours, so i took a stroll.
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Moloko
Pack Dog
Following a trend of spectacular sunrises, this one did not dissapoint.
After about an hour of scouting around Tour rose from his coma. We had a couple of espressos and two full english breakfasts each. On this trip, if there is any form of luxury, we'll take it!
After doing some bike maintenance, tyre pressure, oil, chain and sprockets etc Tour went for a stroll. He returned after about half an hour with that silly smile, one only a 5 year old with a new toy can produce. He found a yacht waiting to be assembled. And would you know it, Tour also happens to be an excellent yachtsman. So this was to be our activity for the day... assemble the yacht and see if we can cruise around.
It turned out to be a useless excersise as the yacht we had our eyes on was in a bit of a bad state. Sails were missing, some cabling gone and the hull looked dodgy. Then we spotted the little sail boat bobbing around about 50m from the shore. After 20 minutes of very persuasive negotiating, rudi and i was on that boat. And after about 30 minutes of rigging we were off. Richard, one of the hosts at Ze German's place, came wih for his first experience on the Kariba lake. Actually, except for hoby cat experience when i was still very young, it was my first propper sailing experience.
On the Kariba, sailin
(Check out Rudi's Captain's pose)
After about an hour of scouting around Tour rose from his coma. We had a couple of espressos and two full english breakfasts each. On this trip, if there is any form of luxury, we'll take it!
After doing some bike maintenance, tyre pressure, oil, chain and sprockets etc Tour went for a stroll. He returned after about half an hour with that silly smile, one only a 5 year old with a new toy can produce. He found a yacht waiting to be assembled. And would you know it, Tour also happens to be an excellent yachtsman. So this was to be our activity for the day... assemble the yacht and see if we can cruise around.
It turned out to be a useless excersise as the yacht we had our eyes on was in a bit of a bad state. Sails were missing, some cabling gone and the hull looked dodgy. Then we spotted the little sail boat bobbing around about 50m from the shore. After 20 minutes of very persuasive negotiating, rudi and i was on that boat. And after about 30 minutes of rigging we were off. Richard, one of the hosts at Ze German's place, came wih for his first experience on the Kariba lake. Actually, except for hoby cat experience when i was still very young, it was my first propper sailing experience.
On the Kariba, sailin
(Check out Rudi's Captain's pose)
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hi doggs
well as moloko put it when the opportunity arises for luxury we will take it and this was one of those spots that was just perfect in every way. waking up walking 3 meters and then diving into fresh kariba water is the bomb. no need for hot showers as you just take the soap and go for a swim this was my ritual every mornin.
for breakfast there was great espresso and a fatty :mwink: wot a way to just be. dont know if it was because of the last 5 days or just a great friend and scenery. we had a blast. sailing was my life for 7 years and when i saw that little boat i new that we just had to get on it.herman was reluctant at first but he is a true african and said we can go play. exstacy is a drug but you can get that high without it...so that is where we were. day one was just cruising around a bit as we didnt have all of the rigging but the next day we made a plan and rigged the main sail and went for a full days' sailing around to some of the islands and towards zimbabwe side. we felt like pirates goin to raid the unknown islands of their treasures.
we had decided that that little spot will see us again. maybe next time we will spend more time on a sailing holiday just cruising the great lake kariba. definately a good way to experience the lake.everyday the wind was nice and lite and also constant.
after 3 days of heaven of eating kapenta,drinking windhoek and feeling like pirates we knew that we were still not even halfway into our trip but alas we had to get goin cause so much adventure was still awaiting the two of us, so we decided that we should set off in our direction of travel but first we had to finish off here. we arranged to take care of our bill and fuel was also arranged as we had none so the next day we were off but first we had to stop at the boabab lodge where the 2 english woman had given us fuel a few days before.so first a nice cuppa tea and biscuits and a chat. really nice people there just sooo relaxed and doin there thing.so after the nice formallities we were really off and on the road again.
glad it was daylight this time as there was a lot to see as this area was really the only place where we could see the lake as the last 270kms it was never really visible to us.so after 20 kms we hit the illusive ciavonga town. this place was really cool and a must see but we hadn't really spent much time here as we were late after our chat with the british/zambian woman. we fueled up and met some chinese people that were working there and hit the road....
we were on the road again cuising on tar and just lovin the new scenery. it was wierd from bein in the bush to cruising on this perfect road with not a car in sight.we were as free as can be just two mates in the middle of africa on our bikes.
but africa is a place of mystery to those that look a place of beauty to those that want. with every death something is born and the cycle of life will continue. if tragedy strikes it is only bad at that moment but your lesson or reward will or might only appear at a later stage.
we were not prepared for what lay ahead but mother africa was there keeping a watchful eye on her two sons for the **** was about to rain down by the bucket load....
well as moloko put it when the opportunity arises for luxury we will take it and this was one of those spots that was just perfect in every way. waking up walking 3 meters and then diving into fresh kariba water is the bomb. no need for hot showers as you just take the soap and go for a swim this was my ritual every mornin.
for breakfast there was great espresso and a fatty :mwink: wot a way to just be. dont know if it was because of the last 5 days or just a great friend and scenery. we had a blast. sailing was my life for 7 years and when i saw that little boat i new that we just had to get on it.herman was reluctant at first but he is a true african and said we can go play. exstacy is a drug but you can get that high without it...so that is where we were. day one was just cruising around a bit as we didnt have all of the rigging but the next day we made a plan and rigged the main sail and went for a full days' sailing around to some of the islands and towards zimbabwe side. we felt like pirates goin to raid the unknown islands of their treasures.
we had decided that that little spot will see us again. maybe next time we will spend more time on a sailing holiday just cruising the great lake kariba. definately a good way to experience the lake.everyday the wind was nice and lite and also constant.
after 3 days of heaven of eating kapenta,drinking windhoek and feeling like pirates we knew that we were still not even halfway into our trip but alas we had to get goin cause so much adventure was still awaiting the two of us, so we decided that we should set off in our direction of travel but first we had to finish off here. we arranged to take care of our bill and fuel was also arranged as we had none so the next day we were off but first we had to stop at the boabab lodge where the 2 english woman had given us fuel a few days before.so first a nice cuppa tea and biscuits and a chat. really nice people there just sooo relaxed and doin there thing.so after the nice formallities we were really off and on the road again.
glad it was daylight this time as there was a lot to see as this area was really the only place where we could see the lake as the last 270kms it was never really visible to us.so after 20 kms we hit the illusive ciavonga town. this place was really cool and a must see but we hadn't really spent much time here as we were late after our chat with the british/zambian woman. we fueled up and met some chinese people that were working there and hit the road....
we were on the road again cuising on tar and just lovin the new scenery. it was wierd from bein in the bush to cruising on this perfect road with not a car in sight.we were as free as can be just two mates in the middle of africa on our bikes.
but africa is a place of mystery to those that look a place of beauty to those that want. with every death something is born and the cycle of life will continue. if tragedy strikes it is only bad at that moment but your lesson or reward will or might only appear at a later stage.
we were not prepared for what lay ahead but mother africa was there keeping a watchful eye on her two sons for the **** was about to rain down by the bucket load....
Panjo
Race Dog
Oh bloody hell. You really have mastered the art of S U S P E N S E !!!!!!
Moloko
Pack Dog
About 20 km outside of siavonga i slowed down to pass some animals grazing on the side of the road. The moment i let go of the throttle it suddenly felt like the bike was riding on ice ... i knew the front wheel had gone (blown/fast puncture/valve - i still dont know). The bike started to veer in the direction of the animals so i decided to lean to the left in order not to crash into them.
I knew i was going down - hard. I can stil remember my knee pads and boots ploughing into the tar. I did not pass out but its very dificult to remember everything that was going on.
Anyway, i went from 100 - 0km/h in about 2-3 seconds. As i was lying on the side of the road i did not feel much pain but i knew something majour was wrong. Rudi stopped next to me and helped me take off my helmet and gloves. All good. However, the moment i tried to sit up straight i could feel that my body was just not complying with my request. I felt a massive pain in my hip and i could not move my leg. Addrenaline started to work out and the pain was starting to get to me.
After about half an hour Rudi (aka Red Cross Camel man) flagged down a rav4 that was going in the opposite direction. Some negotiations followed and they agreed to take me to Chirundu Mission hospital (about 1h30minutes away). Then came the biggest pain i've felt in my life (and i've broken many bones, had lots of stitched, been in a few accidents etc). The muschles was getting cold and the adrenaline was out... four people had to pick me up and 'fold' me into the rav4 passenger seat. It was HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (but part of the trip... so just another extreme experience)
I knew i was going down - hard. I can stil remember my knee pads and boots ploughing into the tar. I did not pass out but its very dificult to remember everything that was going on.
Anyway, i went from 100 - 0km/h in about 2-3 seconds. As i was lying on the side of the road i did not feel much pain but i knew something majour was wrong. Rudi stopped next to me and helped me take off my helmet and gloves. All good. However, the moment i tried to sit up straight i could feel that my body was just not complying with my request. I felt a massive pain in my hip and i could not move my leg. Addrenaline started to work out and the pain was starting to get to me.
After about half an hour Rudi (aka Red Cross Camel man) flagged down a rav4 that was going in the opposite direction. Some negotiations followed and they agreed to take me to Chirundu Mission hospital (about 1h30minutes away). Then came the biggest pain i've felt in my life (and i've broken many bones, had lots of stitched, been in a few accidents etc). The muschles was getting cold and the adrenaline was out... four people had to pick me up and 'fold' me into the rav4 passenger seat. It was HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (but part of the trip... so just another extreme experience)
well the bigger you are the harder they fall
this was not really the experience that we wanted to have but we had no choice in the matter. cows on the right and moloko chasing towards them,,, ******* and then suddenly hard left, he hits the ground and there is a huge dustcloud. now i am not one to panic but i tell you this was the closest that i have ever come to outright freakin out.
i stopped right next to him not knowing what to do as my first aid course was done 7 years ago and all was long lost. so as to stay calm i just talked to him lying there in pain. now wot??? so first to see if he is okay, he was talking he moved his head so i thought remove helmet. wash his face and find out where is the problem. well if he dies now at least his face was clean :laughing4:.
so after i saw him moving about i new all was goin to be okay and i was calmer. now we hadn't seen any vehicles for a long while but luckily 3 vehicles stopped with a whole lot of concerned people. 2 trucks and a rav4. first on the list was where to take him. clinic near by or hospital in chirundi. i opted for hospital. so after reclining the seat at harold's request, see he could still think of that so he wasn't goin to die just yet, we lifted him and into the rav he went.
now this was a mad rush of where to? and how to ? so they left and i stayed behind getting the bike on the truck and hitting the road maybe 15 mins after they had left. i was worried to all hell as there my friend was in pain and is the trip over and what now and how bad is it and oh **** how good are these doctors and healthcare here????
we hit the first roadblock and the cop lets us through and says we must hurry. i follow the truck and we drive through this real dodgy looking town of dirty streets and longhaul trucks and i thinking this is not going to plan. we get to the mission hospital and there is NO harold, they left 15 mins before us, so now i really freak out. no phone where is he??this dodgy town, my mate is f@ct and in serious pain, i am at the only hospital and he is not here. and then they appear. they first had to stop at the copshop to get a cop to fill in an accident report. the cops have no cars so you have to take them to the crash site, more on that later...
at the emergency doors he is helped out onto a wheelchair by all. the pain was hectic and i could see it in his face.great here we are and he is in good hands. he gets treated sort of. first i need to by a book so that the doctors can write down all of the observations and all that i can think is **** better harold than me. still my concern was with him and i tried to get him helped out first.
now this cop is pesterring me the whole time. the one they picked up at the copshop before.he wants me to leave harold and take him to the crash site, take the bike to the copshop, write a report and then there is the truck driver too. now you have to be carefull here. the rav4 driver tells me as he leaves to keep my eyes open and that freaks me out a little. why and for whom?? just for everybody, remember your in africa. he tells me.
so i do that. we go to the station with the bike and the truck driver stands with his hands out, this was expected and fair. the price wasnt. so i paid what i thought fair, he was displeased. tough ****....
now the damn cop. he was more difficult. wanted me to get a taxi and take him to the crashsite so that he could write a report. no report no insurance pay out. what you don't have a car??? well i will give you a report and will not get a taxi. so after a very polite f@k off from me i told him my concern is my friend and he could stick his insurance where the sun dont shine. after i see that my friend is okay i will be back tomorrow to sort this out. so i left again to lookout for harold.
so back at the hospital. harold was in alot of pain and also on the phone with discovery.it was slow goin and he was goin to be there for the nite. so i booked myself into the same room as him and we spent our first nite of many in the hospital.
will leave you now and let moloko tell you more of his side of the tale.
this was not really the experience that we wanted to have but we had no choice in the matter. cows on the right and moloko chasing towards them,,, ******* and then suddenly hard left, he hits the ground and there is a huge dustcloud. now i am not one to panic but i tell you this was the closest that i have ever come to outright freakin out.
i stopped right next to him not knowing what to do as my first aid course was done 7 years ago and all was long lost. so as to stay calm i just talked to him lying there in pain. now wot??? so first to see if he is okay, he was talking he moved his head so i thought remove helmet. wash his face and find out where is the problem. well if he dies now at least his face was clean :laughing4:.
so after i saw him moving about i new all was goin to be okay and i was calmer. now we hadn't seen any vehicles for a long while but luckily 3 vehicles stopped with a whole lot of concerned people. 2 trucks and a rav4. first on the list was where to take him. clinic near by or hospital in chirundi. i opted for hospital. so after reclining the seat at harold's request, see he could still think of that so he wasn't goin to die just yet, we lifted him and into the rav he went.
now this was a mad rush of where to? and how to ? so they left and i stayed behind getting the bike on the truck and hitting the road maybe 15 mins after they had left. i was worried to all hell as there my friend was in pain and is the trip over and what now and how bad is it and oh **** how good are these doctors and healthcare here????
we hit the first roadblock and the cop lets us through and says we must hurry. i follow the truck and we drive through this real dodgy looking town of dirty streets and longhaul trucks and i thinking this is not going to plan. we get to the mission hospital and there is NO harold, they left 15 mins before us, so now i really freak out. no phone where is he??this dodgy town, my mate is f@ct and in serious pain, i am at the only hospital and he is not here. and then they appear. they first had to stop at the copshop to get a cop to fill in an accident report. the cops have no cars so you have to take them to the crash site, more on that later...
at the emergency doors he is helped out onto a wheelchair by all. the pain was hectic and i could see it in his face.great here we are and he is in good hands. he gets treated sort of. first i need to by a book so that the doctors can write down all of the observations and all that i can think is **** better harold than me. still my concern was with him and i tried to get him helped out first.
now this cop is pesterring me the whole time. the one they picked up at the copshop before.he wants me to leave harold and take him to the crash site, take the bike to the copshop, write a report and then there is the truck driver too. now you have to be carefull here. the rav4 driver tells me as he leaves to keep my eyes open and that freaks me out a little. why and for whom?? just for everybody, remember your in africa. he tells me.
so i do that. we go to the station with the bike and the truck driver stands with his hands out, this was expected and fair. the price wasnt. so i paid what i thought fair, he was displeased. tough ****....
now the damn cop. he was more difficult. wanted me to get a taxi and take him to the crashsite so that he could write a report. no report no insurance pay out. what you don't have a car??? well i will give you a report and will not get a taxi. so after a very polite f@k off from me i told him my concern is my friend and he could stick his insurance where the sun dont shine. after i see that my friend is okay i will be back tomorrow to sort this out. so i left again to lookout for harold.
so back at the hospital. harold was in alot of pain and also on the phone with discovery.it was slow goin and he was goin to be there for the nite. so i booked myself into the same room as him and we spent our first nite of many in the hospital.
will leave you now and let moloko tell you more of his side of the tale.
tau
Race Dog
tik broer tik
Moloko
Pack Dog
As if angels lead me to this place… Mtendere Mission Hospital (Chirundu, Zambia) was filled with nuns and pro bono medical doctors and funded by Italy – it was a haven in this Zim/Zambian border town chaos.
Within two hours of arriving at the hospital, and after receiving super efficient medical attention (morphine/pethedene /drip/x-rays/urine sample etc), we got the results, ‘fractured pelvis’. In my drug infused happyland it did not sound to serious. All I knew was in a bad condition – I could recognise the damage although I could not feel the pain. Rudi was there every second of the way, sharing in my pain and hospital food. It’s strange how the presence of someone can make you feel that, although things are a bit ******, all is OK…
Luckily my phone was on roaming and it was charged. I started to notify people back home and the insurance companies of my accident. I have to give credit to Discovery insurance (SOS) who, by the time night fell in Chirundu, assured me that they’ll come fetch me at the hospital by 13h00 the next day.
Some photos:
(If it was not for the protective gear i would be much worse off!!!)
Within two hours of arriving at the hospital, and after receiving super efficient medical attention (morphine/pethedene /drip/x-rays/urine sample etc), we got the results, ‘fractured pelvis’. In my drug infused happyland it did not sound to serious. All I knew was in a bad condition – I could recognise the damage although I could not feel the pain. Rudi was there every second of the way, sharing in my pain and hospital food. It’s strange how the presence of someone can make you feel that, although things are a bit ******, all is OK…
Luckily my phone was on roaming and it was charged. I started to notify people back home and the insurance companies of my accident. I have to give credit to Discovery insurance (SOS) who, by the time night fell in Chirundu, assured me that they’ll come fetch me at the hospital by 13h00 the next day.
Some photos:
(If it was not for the protective gear i would be much worse off!!!)
