Slept heavily except for the dogs barking dring the night at one point. There was a sort of rustling noise which they were objecting to, which may have been a porcupine, not that I wanted to leave my tent or my warm sleeping bag to find out! In the morning with the tent away and breakfast consumed, we headed for the Zambia-Malawi border. In no time at all we were in our fourth country. Life in much slower here, bicycles are the main transport, but the poeple smile and wave from every villiage, as the truck chuggs through, scattering chickens in a blizzard of feathers and legs. The villages line the roads almost continuosly and everywhere wide eyes from brown faces, little girls in party dresses and little boys pretending to be little men, giving us
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