I fought glorious battle with the bank, and prevailed with cash. Then I went to a crocodile farm just outside Livingstone, a reptile sanctuary with about 70 crocs and a nice collection of cobras. I got to pet a baby croc; they have soft bellies. The guide poked one large, old croc with a stick, provoking him to snap.
The real story of the croc visit, however, is the herd of wild elephants we came across wandering just outside. Foraging at first in the bush, then stopping traffic as they crossed the road. We got close enough to where we felt comfortable so long as they paid us no attention, but once they turned towards us it was time to get out.
One upshot of getting money is that it meant I was leaving Zambia. After 4 nights in one place, the longest I'd sat still since California, I'd be crossing the border the next morning into Zimbabwe.
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