Lusaka is not cycle friendly! We navigated our way through Cairo Road out of the city. Two roundabouts later and we realised that the best way to get through them is to just go and signal, and pray.
We reached Eureka Camp with a sigh of relief. No more city traffic and we were sitting with ice cold beer. Liam Franklin, a friend of Marc’s from his days at Tylney Hall in England, picked us up and took us back to his farm. More friends were at the farm that Marc had not seen for a while: Mr Irfan Agha and his better half Carol.
Liam and his parents were preparing for a getaway from the farm to go fishing, but Mrs Franklin still managed to get our washing done for us and keep all the guests smiling and happy as well as finding antihistamine for a nasty spider bite I had on my arm – an unbelievable hostess.
Irfan Agha is an exceptional character. His feel-good nature is contagious and within seconds you have that deja-vu experience that you have met him somewhere before. He has written an autobiography called ‘Uncle Cuckoo’. It tells of his story from growing up in Pakistan to life in Britain, with the title of his book being his nickname given to him from his nieces and nephews.
Irfan and Carol were overjoyed to see Marc and were enthralled with the tour, wanting every stitch of information to follow us once they were back in the UK.
Unfortunately, after our lovely stay with the Franklins we had to say our goodbyes. Irfan was very excited about the fishing trip and felt it deserved no less than six bottles of the best whiskey, fishing the Uncle’s way.
Liam dropped us back at Eureka, where we had an important meeting at nine o’clock the following morning with the Springboks.
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