Clickity Clacking Along On The Tazara Train.
Trip Start Feb 01, 2005
435Trip End Dec 31, 2018
We did manage some good sleep though, and arose at 6.00am to spend the next day watching villages go by, reading and eating chicken and rice
Late afternoon we reached the border of Tanzania and Zambia. Money changers came on board and we were able to change our last Tanzania shillings to Zambian Kwacha. At the border the immigration officer came to our carriage, then said we needed visas and to follow him with our $US25 each. Neither of us were ready and suddenly the man grabbed our passports and disappeared. This all got a bit stressful, even though the train was stopped, we didn't know for how long. Both of us went looking separately, then Heather went a couple of carriages down to where a Dutch couple were and the girl said her boyfriend had gone with the immigration officer. Heather spotted the boyfriend coming back along the platform and called to the guard to NOT let the train go with out her, and ran to ask him where to go. He very kindly retraced his steps and took Heather to the immigration man, who was actually on the train, but about 12 carriages up. We never would have found him! Visas duly purchased and passports stamped, Heather just got back on the train in time. Whew!
We settled down for another evening and night on the train, a little less eventful than the previous one.
Eventually after 44 hours (a very good time by all accounts) we pulled into the Kapiri Mposhi station and our train journey was over.