For his trip to Lusaka for a work conference this week, Trevor found the best way yet to hitch: He arranged a ride in advance with a friend, the guy who runs Chipata's ice cream/pizza parlor. Mosali showed up in his shiny new car exactly when he said he would, toting two giant tubs of samoosas and cold Red Bulls. One excellent thing about Muslim drivers is that they are unlikely to be drunk.
They stopped a few times (prayers, family visit) but dropped Trevor off at the door of his swanky hotel in excellent time. He waltzed right in to the dinner buffet and (I'm guessing) spent the rest of the evening surfing the satellite TV.