Day 352: In The Shadow of Kilimanjaro
Today's mission was to get as close to the border of Rwanda as possible. I'm a bit miffed that I got stuck in Dodoma last night as I could have…
Day 351: The Race Is ON!
Right. Here's the deal. It's Thursday 17th December. If I play my cards right, I reckon I can get to Egypt via Tanzania, Rwanda, Burundi, Uganda, Kenya, Ethiopia, Somalia, Djibouti…
Days 349 to 350: The Good Ship
Yesterday I and 43 other passengers boarded the 'Simacom' bound for Dar es Saleem, three weeks to the day since I arrived in Comoros.It was supposed to have left two…
Days 318 to 348: Don’t Look Back In Anger
Oh Graham, you tease, what's the meaning of this, compressing an entire MONTH of gallivanting into just one blog entry? Well, truth be told if there was something of any…
Day 317: The Fake Southern Cross
Another night of sleeping on a Madagascan minibus wasn't what I was really after when I came here. I feel like a tool now for not staying on the DAL…
Day 316: U-Turn
Cuba. Cape Verde. Sao Tome and now the Seychelles – why do they have to make it so damn difficult to visit these islands on a boat? The Outer Islands…
Day 315: A Catatonic State
Wow. When the guidebook says that Diego is sleepy, they weren't kidding. Which is possibly a good thing as my cold has reached its zenith and I feel like some…
Day 314: A Rose By Any Other Name
My word, I've awoken in Australia! How'd THAT happen? Oh hang on, no - it's just Madagascar doing a damn fine impression of my crimson-tinctured second home. So today, the…
Day 313: Every Silver Lining Has A Cloud
Grr. I'm highly aggravated today, it's probably best if you keep a safe distance. First up, I get out of bed at the ungodly hour of 6am. Then I head…
Day 312: Madagascan Surprise
My factette about Madagascar being the only country in the world with 4 'a's in the name seemed almost valid, that is until I woke up this morning in a…