Bus Trip from Francistown, Botswana to Maun, Botswana
This morning we woke up at 4:30 a.m. it was cold and dark, wintertime in Africa. We hurried to get ready and pack the last of our belongings and then Bro. Charles Matambo came and picked us up.
We went to the Francistown Bus Station and there were several big luxurious looking coaches that gave us hope of a cushy ride, but alas, they were all going to Gaberone. We found out ours was the not so luxurious big bus that said Marco Polo and had Maun posted up in the windscreen. We got on board and sat towards the back on hard narrow plastic seats, so we could keep an eye out for our luggage whenever they picked up more passengers and opened up the outside compartment. Our luggage kept going out on the sandy ground and then back in again so they could put more behind it.
