Day 291: George Lucas Syndrome
I firmly believe that behind every great man, there are a bunch of people telling him he's an idiot. Conversely, behind every idiot, there are a bunch of people telling…
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Day 290: A Night In
The big news of today was the fact that the boat was delayed until MONDAY – what a surprise!! Today is Saturday. I TOLD you it was too easy. Apparently,…
Day 289: The Dar Side
Had a bunch of stuff to get done today, but as usual, I neglected my duties and proceeded to faff about instead. That's a little unfair, I did make it…
Day 288: Well That Was Easy
So here we are in Dar es Salaam, which means 'haven of peace'…ahhh, isn't that nice? Although, it wasn't too peaceful ten years ago when some Al-Qaeda nutjobs blew up…
Day 287: The Slog
The big event of today was crossing the border into Tanzania, which is a little like Tasmania but with different letters. Nation 121. I've got to a whopping EIGHT countries…
Day 286: Zam, But No Beer
Jason was a Peace Corps volunteer for a couple of years in Malawi (luck of the draw I guess) and decided to stay on and set up a business here,…
Day 285: The Lilongwe Round
Ah, well you see it's like this: I've been kicking myself (literally, you want to see the whelks on my ass) about Algeria and Libya. Not because Libya sounds like…
Day 284: Zambezi-Peasy
But at 5am, I was up an at 'em, kicking ass all the way up to Tete on what was admittedly a dreadful bus journey. All I wanted to do…
Day 283: Back on the Hard Road
First up, buses in Mozambique are not allowed to run at night (no street lights + drunk drivers = too dangerous), which is why the bus left at half-four in…
Day 282: Havin’ a Mozey
You know when you should really be getting up but you just really can't be bothered? That was me this morning. Feeling a little bad for waking Lilianna with my…