West Lunga National Park, North-Western Province, Zambia
We had spent much of the day traveling back and forth between Mufumbwe, the remote village where we were doing our best to build at least one house, and West Lunga National Park. The 30-mile journey, though short, was a challenge for our trusty bus and driver and there were a few times I wasn’t certain we were going to make it. The road turned very narrow and it was hard not to consider what might happen if our bus broke down. Suddenly you realize you’re in the middle of sub-Saharan Africa, thousands and thousands of miles away from home. And perhaps even more alarming, hundreds of miles away from help had we needed it.
And then we stopped. I can’t remember if the engine needed to cool off or if we just needed a break from all the jostling, but as I descended the steps of the bus I was confronted with one of the most exquisite sunsets I have ever seen. All else was forgotten as I marveled at the beauty of the Zambian countryside. More than two years later, I am still grateful that I was there to see it.
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