Crazy men of Zambia

So I've decided that all bus drivers in Zambia are crazy. And up to a point that's ok, you come to expect a few loose screws, this is Africa after all. That said it takes time to he used to driving the wrong way on motorways, overtaking on every blind spot imaginable and going a lot faster than they should. You have to relax about it, that or you'll be a nervous wreak. My bus today was from Livingstone to Lusaka, scheduled to leave at 9am, left at 11am and after much speeding later arrive in Lusaka still a few hours late after 6pm. Again I was surrounded by noisy folk who had travelled from Namibia and thought nothing of playing loud music, trying to sing or share their conversations with half of Zambia. In the UK this would just be plain rude but white boy here (and the only one I might add) puts up with it. As we approach Lusaka at least the weather is holding fine for now. Hopefully we won't have any further delays and ill be able to walk to my youth hostel in daylight. Ill finish this post when I get there. I finally get to the hostel as night falls, fortunately they do food so I haven't got to look for dinner. It's a pretty basic place but essentially all you need and good wifi is a definite bonus. The dorms are pretty crowded and not exactly quiet but I'm too tired to be bothered.