So my international driving licence had expired and after various form filling, photos, handing over money and some waiting around, the day of my Zambian driving test arrived. Not being too sure what to expect and thinking of course I can drive I was a tiny bit nervous. There was little to worry about, however, as before the test had even begun the test plates, on instruction from the examiner, were removed from my vehicle because I had a UK (yeah!) licence. As well as the examiner getting into the car, his young son also jumped in so my driving test ended up consisting of driving around Mazabuka town to drop off the boy, a quick stop at a bank for the examiner, a chat about HIV and AIDS, and then back to the test centre. I paid out some more Kwacha and got my paper licence; all nice and easy, and just in time for driving around my parents and brother who are flying out next week.
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