
Location: Kitwe, Zambia
Day 1427
Miles on the clock: 37,560
"To Zambia?"
"Yes."
"By cycle?"
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes."
"I do not believe you!"
"It is true."
"Eh!"
The Botswanan border guard's final exclamation is my favourite in Africa. The 'eh!' is a high-pitched squeak of semi-sincere disbelief. The more profound the disbelief, the higher the pitch. This amusing utterance acted as a partial salve for the following warning, shouted at my back as I pedalled away from the border:
"Beware the lions - they will eat you up."
Day 1427
Miles on the clock: 37,560
"To Zambia?"
"Yes."
"By cycle?"
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes."
"I do not believe you!"
"It is true."
"Eh!"
The Botswanan border guard's final exclamation is my favourite in Africa. The 'eh!' is a high-pitched squeak of semi-sincere disbelief. The more profound the disbelief, the higher the pitch. This amusing utterance acted as a partial salve for the following warning, shouted at my back as I pedalled away from the border:
"Beware the lions - they will eat you up."