See, road is a relative term. I remember we would drive for hours on dirt roads, then suddenly find ourselves on a strip of beautifully paved, smooth road – for maybe twenty feet. And then it would end. There was no rhyme or reason to it at all, and although we traveled after the rainy season, the roads were pretty well destroyed. Without four wheel drive vehicles, forget getting anywhere. Even with four wheel drive vehicles, it was, shall we say, challenging.
But this is about the one road I remember most vividly. Late at night, we’d been driving toward Songea, to the mission where Zoo was born. We’d been on the road forever – like 12 hours at least and then the car came to a dead stop. And we all had to get out and investigate what our driver called the pothole.
There’s Zoo, standing in the tiny pothole in the road.
The driver decided that the pothole was not a problem at all.
So yeah, that’s us, in the pothole. I’m sitting in the middle seat in the back. With a box of wine.
If you drive anywhere in Africa, you will need several boxes of wine.
So when Sarah or Clutch or any of the characters talk about the roads in Africa, you’ll understand a little more.
From what I’m told, these roads were actually some of the better ones.