Breakfast on the veranda in Father’s original (vintage!) Safari shirt
and then a walk to my namesake Falls
J has been fettling with the car again this afternoon – more oil leaks and the such and I have been uploading photos to the blog and refraining from throwing my Mac-book into the Zambezi! Am going for a swim now before the day vanishes – we are all meeting at 4.00 for a surprise ?!?!…..
So we checked out of time control at 06.10 and then went to breakfast. Probably not that sensible as little Sol has one of the smallest engines on the Rally and needs lots of petrol stops
and stops to crack the breaks off every time J has to use them, so we struggle to get the the time controls at the best of times. Anyway we had a good run out of Lusaka and then did a 45K section on a dirt track – that was really good fun but no pictures I’m afraid as SO bumpy and no time for stopping. The only car we passed was one of the Porsches, who were understandably taking it very carefully after a previous Porsche lost it’s suspension in a pot hole earlier in the Rally. So we knew we were at the back of the pack again.
After making up some miles on a nice clear main road, – only stopped for speeding once (!) we turned off onto more track to start our first timed section: Regularity RS9./1 : Kolomo.
Here is where it all started to ho horribly wrong! This is what Raying is all really about – the competitive side. The previous regularities had been cancelled for various reasons so there was quite a build up to this our first one and I was nervous enough as it was. There is a window of time to do the regularity and we got there five minutes before the end – We spent 15 minutes faffing about where the start was as the instructions were ambiguous – Several locals stopped and asked if they could help as they thought we were lost – we tried to explain what we were doing but it’s not easy to explain! – I had at this point put about four different start times on my time card and we were now 15 minutes late to start. Little did I know there was worse to come – I was just getting ready for the off and my phone which is what I was using for a trip meter told me it was too hot and it died on me! Stress levels were boiling over – but J remained his usual calm self and started taking photographs! We decided to just drive it and guess the distances and see what happened….. We don’t even have a speedometer (!) because of the snapped cable, but J thinks the rev counter is just as accurate. I have a proper mechanical stop watch that J sells through HVC but it was useless without the trip meter. The average speed was supposed to be 38 so again we guessed. Unbelievably we didn’t get lost and arrived only a few seconds out – so it could have been a lot worse but I was quite traumatised by the whole thing!
It was all made better by the section ending at Rowland and Mandy Smith’s Farmhouse where they hosted a fabulous lunch for us all, care of our fellow competitor Tony Allen.
By complete co-incidence Tony is associated with a schools charity called African Revival who are supported by Just A Drop! Two of their representatives were there so we chatted to them about Just A Drop and here is a photo of J with them:
I put my phone in the fridge and off we set for the next regularity – which wasn’t nearly so traumatic –
and the drive down to Livinngstone
Soon after Livingstone we arrived at the fabulous fabulous fabulous Royal Livingstone hotel. Not often you have Zebras grazing on the lawn with a Morgan in the background!
We were greeted with sundowners looking over the Zambezi river. The stresses of the day all forgotten
Since I posted the Blogs below – we have crossed the border from Tanzania to Malawi, driven through beautiful Malawi which was such a breath of fresh air literally after Tanzania – no lorries (!) and crossed borders again into Zambia. We spent our first night in Chipata and now we are having a day off in Lusaka. Jeremy having driven the last 1,800K on the handbrake (with the foot brake as an emergency as it sticks on every time you use it – I won’t bore you with why). No fuel gauge (we have run out of petrol twice!) using an app on my phone for a trip meter.
We had a press meeting this morning with Sam the president of Zambia Motor Sport Association where Jeremy was given a chance to talk about Just A Drop to the Zambian media. Since then, Jeremy has been having fun working on Sol – fixing an oil leak and goodness knows what else, with Sam joining in and having a go driving Sol. It was wonderful to see what pleasure it has given Sam.
I have spent the rest of the day – it’s now 6.00- updating the Blog but have only got to Day 4! Other people have given up and switched to Instagram and even the Rally Round team said that they are struggling to keep up with theirs with two people feeding it. So I feel I can be forgiven for skipping a few days.
I really want to put up lots of lovely pictures to give you a flavour of the diverse areas that we are driving through but that is what takes the time. My over riding feeling of the Rally so far (apart from exhaustion!) is the sheer joy our cars give to all the people we pass, so here is one or two to give you a flavour of that.
And of course Jeremy spending more time under the car than in it!
Tomorrow morning we weave for Livingstone at standard time 06.00 that’s 06.10 for us – less than 12 hours away, so it’s time for me to sign off and go and get my hands dirty with Jeremy and his nuts in the car park! xxx
Breakfast on the move
we were given the first flight with the mechanics so that they could get going on Sol to hopefully problem solve before setting off at standard time 13.00 on our long journey to Mikumi – we weren’t the only ones with problems…
After adjusting the clutch and fitting a fan and even finding other problems which were solved with a pair of Jeremy’s pants (!) we set of at the much later time of 15.00. No sooner had we gone round the corner than Sol started making all the wrong noises, so back we turned. As we drove back in J said that the engine sounds “Pants” so Richard (chief mechanic) said “you had better take your pants off then”. That is what he did. Problem (and a few more such as the choke being stuck on which explained why we were using so much petrol) solved.
A long hot dusty journey down to Mukimi – more lorries and motorbikes – speed traps round every corner manned by policemen who basically name their price for a cash fine with no receipt – cheered along by the hords of happy people along the roads.
All was going well until just before we reached our time control destination and suddenly the trip meter stopped working ! HELP ! Jeremy pointed to the speedometer which was also out and said that he thought that the cable had probably snapped. This was disastrous for me as navigator. We found the hotel anyway as it was guessable from the last section of the rout book and got signed off. We were split into hotels tonight and I have to say when we were shown to our grotty noisy one on the main road – after all the problems we were having with the car and the really enduring journey it had taken to get there I was close to sense of humour failure.
It’s all part of Rallying (apparently!) and I talked myself into keeping my spirits up. J had a look at the cable, saw that it had snapped, so there was nothing we could do about it and we got in a landrover to go back to the other hotel for a BBQ with some local entertainment – not such a bad ending after all and ….tomorrow is another day……
Jeremy is understandably fretting this morning about waking up in the middle of a 54,000 square kilometre park while Sol is hundreds of miles away in need of attention. We won’t be going any further until the clutch problem is fixed. However his worries were soon far away as we set off on four wheels again for a day in the Bush.
Our first stop (after driving for 2 hours!) was the Rufiji river – the biggest in Tanzania apparently. Jeremy feeling at home messing about in boats
We saw many crocodiles and hippos and all sorts of other wildlife – our dedicated guide got into the river right next to a huge crocodile to free the boat the grounded boat.
Our group was split between 4 camps and luckily the mechanics were staying with us in Serena lodge. They had been delayed for the night but arrived in time for us to collar them at dinner buy them a beer and hope to be at the front of the queue for fixing when we get back to Sol in the morning….
The first of many early starts we set off on our (short for this Rally) 200.16K drive to Morogoro.
Despite our police escort the rush hour traffic out of Dar was horrendous and Sol got very hot very quickly. It was a joy however to see the excitement on people’s faces as they lined the streets to wave us along.
Jeremy really had to have his wits about him as the journey to Morogoro was so hazardous. Motorbikes and Tuk-tuks everywhere and people running into the road to wave at us. Then once we were out on the main roads little Sol was squeezed between a relentless stream of overloaded lorries that would definitely not pass European emissions tests!
Sol stood up to the challenge until 1K before we arrived at the hotel. He had had enough of the heat and the clutch went again. Somehow J managed to coast into the hotel car park and I did my bit getting the time card signed.
We are car number 10 – leaving at one minute intervals – Standard time is 07.00 so we are leaving at 07.10…we are counted down and waved off vroom vroom…
Navigator trying to remember her training lesson in the Cotswolds – only last week but a long long way away. Must zero the trip meter at the exit – the journey begins!!!!
Today we were all bussed over to the other side of Dar to collect our cars from the port. A long hot dusty drive – even the coaches got lost – good come back for me in the future as navigator! Here is a photo of all the cars with the containers in the background that they arrived in. Everyone very keen to be re-united with their cars but look who was the keenest!!!…
And the OFF the journey starts here. My first navigational challenges as the calibration exercise was arranged for when we got back to Sea Cliff
Not long into the journey back to the hotel we got stuck in terrible traffic, Sol overheated and the clutch was not impressed and stopped working..
While we were here, we thought we would make a quick trip to Dar to absorb the local culture – our hotel being rather a contrast! Dar is a huge commercial city but has many aspects to it with a real connection to their way of life here.
Then we were entertained with a welcome evening to the Rally…
Arriving back at the hotel armed with oil for the imminent oil changes as we run the car in.
Our new friend Chris acting as private banker as he changed too many dollars to Tanzanian Shillings – don’t worry we checked the exchange rate!