A ride on the Livingstone Express (their version of the Orient Express in it’s day) with dinner and drinks.
More than slightly uncomfortable as we were steaming through communities of people living in shacks surrounded by rubbish – plastic bottles mainly but they rushed up to cheer us on, with sheer joy on their faces.
Time to leave Alastiar to his Babes
A quick toot of the whistle
and back to study the route book to see what tomorrow holds for us in a navigational way. If only we had a plan of what will go wrong with Sol tomorrow! xxx