I’d been in Zambia for just over a month and my volunteering placement on the Book Bus had come to an end. I still had five weeks until my Kilimanjaro climb, so I’d decided to head over to Tanzania early and do some more volunteering. I sponsor a little girl who lives in the Bagamoyo district, so I wanted to stay nearby, in the hope that I would get to meet her. I Googled volunteering in Bagamoyo and up popped The Baobab Home. I contacted the owner Terri, an American lady who runs an orphanage with her Tanzanian husband Caito. I told Terri my background and we discussed what I might be able to offer. After which, Terri invited me to spend some time with them, where I would be help running a summer club for the local children.
I looked into various ways to travel. Flying would have been the quickest option, but I quite fancied the idea of going overland. The bus would take a few days and would mean finding accommodation on the way. So I decided to take the Tazara sleeper train. The Tazara Train runs from Kapiri Mposhi in central Zambia and terminates in Dar es Salaam on the east coast of Tanzania, only around an hour away from Bagamoyo, it was perfect.
The owner of our camp in Livingstone, ‘Grubby’, drove me to the Mazhandu Family Bus Services stand in the centre of town. Marjorie, Kate and Kelly came along for the ride to wave me off! I said a tearful goodbye and stepped onto the bus and then turned straight back round and got off again. At the front of the bus, a Minister was preaching – loudly. Had I just interrupted a service? Oops. I asked the bus conductor and he assured me that it was fine to jump on, so I said another goodbye, ducked under the Minster’s flailing arms and went to my seat.
The coach looked quite luxurious compared to what I was expecting, with two seats on the left and three on the right, I found my place by the window on the left and sat down. I looked around and saw that I was the only tourist on board. Soon I was joined by a Zambian chap named Elvis who was a big guy, which meant I was squished in against the window for the rest of the day. We started chatting and all the while the Preacher rambled on, his volume and enthusiasm never faltered. The only thing I was praying for was that he’d shut up. It was way too early in the morning for this.
The preacher was still on board and still going for it as we pulled onto the road. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to cope with this for the next eight hours but luckily the bus pulled over by the weigh bridge on the outskirts of town and the preacher jumped off.
It was a long but pleasant 8-hour trip to Lusaka. In between chatting to Elvis and watching some very strange Nigerian films (seriously weird storylines, not really suitable considering there were some kids aboard), I stared out the window enjoying the Zambian countryside, whilst Bob Marley provided the soundtrack. People waved as we went by.
I’d been warned that Lusaka bus station is a scary place and that I would probably be hassled as soon as I arrived. As the bus pulled in I started to mentally prepare myself. I was near the front and therefore one of the first to get off. I stepped confidently off the bus, whilst inside I was a nervous. But I needn’t have been. Aside from a few men who had gathered round the bus saying “Taxi Madam? Taxi? Taxi?” I wasn’t bothered. I said a firm “No thank you” and walked round to the other side to pick up my bags.
Marjorie had given me the number of a taxi driver called Ben, who she had many a couple of months previously and I’d arranged for him to pick me up at the station. In hindsight, I probably didn’t need to do that, there were plenty of taxis waiting. Ben dropped me off at my hostel Cha Cha Cha Backpackers, now called Lusaka Backpackers a nice little place with a pool. On my first night I made friends with a few people at the busy bar – the owner of the camp, Anton, a group of lads (JJ, Ed, Neil and Andy) from the UK who had driven in 3 cars all the way from London, a Canadian girl called Hannah, a UN intern called Lisa from Sweden and Rayke, a guy from South Africa who was also doing a solo road trip. We spent the evening singing along to power ballads, drinking shots and then finally getting to sleep around 3am. Anyone hoping to get an early night may have been disappointed.
I arrived at the Tazara office early the next morning, hungover and ready to book my ticket. It was closed. Oh dear. So I went to an internet café in the big shopping mall in town and treated myself to a Subway sandwich. Sometimes you just need the comforts of home. Next was a trip to the Tanzanian embassy to arrange my visa. I’d been told I couldn’t get a visa at the border but this didn’t appear to be true as some people did get them en route. But better to be safe than sorry!
I went back to the Tazara office later in the day and this time I was lucky, it was open. I wanted a first class ticket as I’d read that 2nd and 3rd class carriages weren’t very nice. There aren’t even any beds in superior 2nd and 3rd class, just seating. Unfortunately, they didn’t have any first class tickets available. Damn.
I could have booked in for a later train, but I didn’t fancy hanging around Lusaka for much longer just killing time, so I bought a second class ticket for a six berth all-female cabin and hoped for the best. Not that there’s anything wrong with Lusaka, it’s a nice enough city as African cities go, but there’s not an awful lot to do there.
Having heard rumours that young children travel free on the train, but have to share their beds with their mothers, I wondered if I would be sharing with five other women and all their children – that might have made for quite an experience, if not a very cramped and loud one.
The Tazara Train departs Kapiri Mposhi on Tuesdays and Fridays and takes 48 hours in total (well, in theory). Train is my favourite way to travel and I’d wanted to do this trip as soon as I’d finalised my route. It’s a great way to see a country, and this train also goes through the Selous Game Reserve, so has a sort of safari included in the ticket price. I couldn’t wait! I’d never been on a sleeper train before, I’d only seen them in old movies and they looked so cute and comfortable. Surely this would be the same, wouldn’t it?
On Friday morning I caught an early bus to Kapiri Mposhi, the journey took around three hours. Clutching my one way ticket to Tanzania, I stepped off the bus and walked towards the busy station ready for the 4pm departure.
Bagamoyo here I come!
To be continued…
Coach ticket Livingstone – Lusaka with Mazhandu Family Bus Services approx. $20.
Train ticket Kapiri Mposhi – Dar es Salaam approx. $50 (1st class).
You can’t book your tickets through the Tazara website, but you can contact the relevant booking office here to check the latest situation and reserve tickets if you can. Book your tickets as far in advance as you can. Kapiri Mposhi isn’t the most buzzing town, so you may not want to spend a lot of time there.
Lusaka to Kapiri Mposhi by bus approx. $10.
Lusaka Backpackers rates vary: $25 pp/pn for a superior double room, $20 pp/pn for a double/twin room, $15 for a 4-bed dorm and $12 for an 8-bed dorm.