This morning we woke up early in Maputo and caught a plane to Johannesburg. After our hour long layover in SA, where I took the time to eavesdrop on a team of Angolan soccer players, we got on a plane headed to Livingston, Zambia. I’ll be honest, traveling with my father is usually an adventure; sometimes we don’t know where we’re going, we should take a public bus (or 5) to cut costs, etc. But today was different- taxi to our doorstep, and we arrived with time to suit up, jump in the pool, play cards, and watch sunset over the Zambezi while sipping 2-for-1 gin and tonics. It was spectacular. So even though we didn’t leave the airport in South Africa, we got stamped in three countries so I think that counts.
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