The last few days in Bulawayo were awesome, so jam packed that I am only getting a chance to write my blog now that I'm in Johannesburg. Firstly, we drove to Matopos National Park for sunset one evening- a place like no other and a landscape that led you to expect dinosaurs to roam freely. The giant boulders were glistening in the sunset and changing colour with the scenery as the sun gradually disappeared before us. It was magical- a place I would surely return to in the future.
I continued to be warm welcomed by Leisel and her lovely mum who successfully fattened me up with all the lovely homemade food she rustled up. We watched local soaps and movies in the evenings and chatted about life in the old days, an experience not many travellers have the pleasure of. I was so lucky and I truly appreciated every last minute here. It was so homely.
I was to a local Nganga- herbalist/witch doctor/psychic lady if you will, to have a traditional experience. We all sat in her small home in one of the townships nearby, right at her feet, as she began to read our fortunes from inside an old torch- not the traditional experience after all but it was fun! At the weekend I was taken out on a pub crawl around Bulawayo with Leisel, her sister in law Nardia and some other friendly girls. We went to the majestic Nesbitt Castle, Busters pub and ended at The Tin Cup where the tubes were pumping. The night was great, and I came away knowing a few more local Zimbabweans.
The day we were due to drive to Joburg, I was dreading the outcome of the day. All week I was trying to get information on entering SA with a full passport and got mixed advice. So I decided to take the risk and drive 3 hours to the border with Leisel and face the consequences. Having arrived at the border, it turned it out that it was as easy as pie to get in and I needn't have worried at all. Although I was pretty sure that the immigration officer ( a lady, which I was unlucky enough to get), didn't know true rules herself and just stamped where she saw space. Either way, I was free, out of limbo and finally in my 48th country! First stop would be Polokwane where we would stay before carrying on the journey the next morning.