I arrived in Harare from Lusaka on a bus which took just over 8hrs and cost $20. The downside was that I had pre booked my ticket the night before and didn't realise I could have had a top class luxury bus for the same price until I sat in my dodgy bus looking out to the others parked beside us. I stopped myself from overthinking things and just sat back and relaxed. Ironically, even with the banjaxed seats and the rusty windows taped together, the journey was still one of the smoothest ever and I almost felt bad about lying to the friendly staff and trying to change my ticket. The border crossing was a bit of a hassle considering I had changed my Zambian kwacha into two $100 notes and they wouldn't give change at the visa counter. After ages going from counter to counter and then to the bank cashier, I got change and for my visa- on the last page of my passport. I still had a spare page for one more countries stamp tho luckily.
I had a minor panic attack when I got outside after everyone else to realise the bus was gone and my bag had been taken out. Sweating with anxiety and the damn Zimbabwean heat, I rushed to find an answer and was told that it was just being searched and was to return. They said everything would be removed and I should have taken it all out with me (they should tell you this right?). All I could think about was my poor uneaten egg, tomato, onion bread roll and fruit which id purposely saved for the second leg of the trip. Luckily they hadn't gone near my food and it was still where I left it, a bit warm but ready to enjoy. I was on the bus for another few hours before we arrived to the big city- Harare. Instantly I could see a difference from all the other cities and it seemed that the further id come down from Tanzania the more rich and civilised everything became. My eyes lit up at the sight of high rise buildings, street lights, big hotels and casinos and I was so looking forward to exploring. I may only only have one day but it seemed doable. Country 47 looked promising- very promising.