Got up at seven so as not to miss breakfast, which finished at 7.30. Not surprisingly, breakfast was crap.

Africa Unity Square, Harare.

In Harare we did a few errands, as Kathy and Diane would say, and caught the bus to the airport.

Despite the fact that Harare is the major airport in Zimbabwe, it has just one international terminal, with only two gates. It wasn't a massive shock when we saw a notice advising us that their X-ray equipment would damage our films. Bloody stone-age stuff.

The flight was a few minutes late; but, apart from that, it was fine. It lasted only 2 hours 40 minutes and we had a great view of dense forest and the Zambezi for the first part.

Immigration and customs were a real breeze. The immigration official even said "How are you?", which was a bit of a contrast to how we were treated at Beitbridge.

We 'phoned the YMCA to check that they had beds and then took a taxi there for 400 ksh.

When we arrived we were disappointed to discover that the water situation had deteriorated. Even when there was running water, there was not enough pressure for it to reach the nozzles in the showers.

I had a sleepless night due to constant harassment from mosquitoes and a rather uncomfortable bed. I could sleep only at dawn, when the mosquitoes finally buggered off to shag each other senseless.