Posted from Gabarone, Botswana
I suppose I should make a big deal about our first border crossing, but it really wasn't. We lunched 17 km from the border and those 17 km flew by with little wind and much energy, buoyed as we were with excitement.
The border was as simple as could be. Just one question before I could leave South Africa:
"Number?" said Immigration Official T. Wilson.
"Of your car."
"Oh. I'm on a bicycle."
"What is the number of the bicycle?"
"It has no number."
Without another word, he stamped my passport and the surmountable challenge of Botswana immigration didn't so much loom, but rather reared it's friendly head. To avoid including an address of our destination, said the official, we must simply check the "in transit" box. We have 30 days to reach Zambia.
Off we go.