We had a reasonable nights sleep occasionally awoken by the clatter and crash of the stopping and starting of the train. We watched as we passed over the Limpopo River, which is the South African border with Zimbabwe.

We wandered down to breakfast, which again was excellent. While we were eating, the train stopped in the station for several hours while we waited for Bruce, the Admin Manager who had left the train in the middle of the night, to return with passports and visas. We were a bit worried that as he had 60 passports, he might have done a runner. However, by midday, he had returned and announced we could buy back our passports for the cost of the visa ($55), but it beats having to queue up for ourselves in 37° heat.

While we were at the station, we were able to walk up and down the length of the platform. We investigated the Zimbarbwe diesel engine that had been coupled on to the carriages and walked the length of the train.

We were entertained by a local guy in traditional dress. He played and sang for us, and happily, once we had made a donation, allowed us to have our photo taken with him.

This is the imigration border on the station. We can see why Bruce went further afield to complete the process.

After all this exercise and excitement, we  retreated to the cool of the air-conditioned louge for an iced tea before lunch, another four course extravaganza.

The highlight of the day is a half-hour stop at a village called Gwanda so we can stretch our legs and they can relieve us of some dollars. It should have been an hour but the train was late arriving and it was almost dark.

All that was left for us to do was to dress for the four course dinner and go to bed to the clatter of the wheels on the track.