When we arrived in Livingstone, Russel told us that there hadn't been any good rains for weeks, even months. Lucky for the people in Livingstone, we are used to bringing rains everywhere we go.
Before our first day in Livingstone had ended, it had already rained. We saw the thunderstorms forming while we were having something to eat at Jollyboys and the rains came flooding in. It rained the entire night. Over the next few days, which had already been described in our previous post, there wouldn't be a day without rain. Although happy for the people in Livingstone that they finally had some rain again, this made our cleaning and shopping less than ideal. Anyway, there are worse things in the world, so we managed. Until the rain of rains arrived.

After having had our last checks on Gigi, and after buying the final things to replace the stuff our rat-friend had ruined, we were off for our 'goodbye dinner' at Kubu for our final night in Livingstone. Just when entering the restaurant, Emma saw some clouds and had a weird feeling it might rain. She had spent the entire day doing laundry and although there were no clouds to be seen the whole day, she didn't fully trust the weather. We turned back and took all our laundry inside.
As we were driving back to Kubu, we quickly saw clouds form and wind picking up. We hadn't entered Kubu before the first drop of rain were falling. 'I told you', is what Emma's eyes told Jeroen. Yes, yes you did.
Kubu cafe, usually a good cafe with reliable electricity and food, was very quickly completely flooded. The rains were stronger and harder than we had encountered before in Livingstone. It had rained every day since we arrived in Zambia a week earlier, but this rain was different. It is definitely in the Top-3 rains we encountered on our travels, rivaled only by the rains in Karamoja, Uganda and Kigoma, Tanzania. It rained the entire evening and Kubu's power and backup generator failed multiple times. We were not sure if the failings were due to the rains, but they definitely intensified the feeling of a 'storm to end all storms'.


When we returned at Maramba farm, we saw the damage that the rains did. Many of the large trees on the property had lost big branches or had even completely fallen over. This was a fitting 'goodbye'. Not a farewell though!
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