it was i bit of a worry the water problem, we had more brandy than water

not beeing able to drink as we didn't know when next we could get water made things worst. even though are bodies was okay and not really in need of any we were craving it cause it was so little. well luckily we had 1 more beer specially left over for harold's famous bier broodjie. so that nite we feasted like kings in the middle of no where

as the sun came up the next day our thirst was gone how wierd we thought. yeah be weary of your mind, hehehe
so we then decided without a doubt that we had to use some water for espresso as no day can start without it. yeah we are coffee whores

so after packing and loving the day we saw this kid with a red t shirt checking us from the distance, so we waved hallo and it got returned. we waved again and he came a little closer. so after about 15 mins of waving and coming closer there was 3 boys near us and we knew if they had water then we could possibly also get some... yeah we were saved... but now how the hell to ask for water as amansi doesn't mean shit in zambia. but after a while of talking with the hands and all sorts of hand gestures we got if right and we were on the path. okay so the magic hand sign for water in i think the most of africa is
an up and down movement with your hand or hands like priming a pump.

for here and in many rural areas they have wells that work by hand pump. so if ever you get stuck without water just gooi your hands up and down like that. o it was quite a comedy of errors till we got to that stage tho.
so off we set on our bikes with these kids leading the way. now as it started getting really rough and we were halfway up this hill with dongas on the left and the right they stopped us and gestured us onto a little footspoor going away from the lake and the "road". o yes we have not really seen the lake for some time now but new it was there. it was a standing joke as for the whole 270 kms you never really see the lake,
so after about another km going in the wrong direction we get to a few hutts, i mean there is nothing only people really amazed at wot these kids have dragged back. kids running away. so we stop the engines and s this old mama comes out of her straw hutt with this dirty old plastic bak with water, inside was a koppie even dirtier. man was that the bestest cup of water that i had ever had in my life. we figured if harold didnt die yesterday we could handle a nother day of mysterious disseases.
so a bit further we went with almost every one in tow to the main village that was also very small. there we got to the well and filled our water supply after drinking our fill. then an old madala come out and he spoke some english. we then made sure that everybody knew that this boy with the red t shirt saved our lifes.
we were then pointed awy from the lake again with a reassurance that, that is the right direction to ciavonga. we were not so sure but we followed anyway...