So this is how we decided to travel to our next stop on the lake. The owner of the hostel gave us a ride in the back of his truck. Tight squeeze. The truck also was strugglin up the mountain. It let out these awful fumes that turned the entire road behind us black. Hence why Ora is covering her mouth and nose with her chitenje. The truck almost made it to the next hostel too. It literally died in the driveway. Great success.
