Day 357: The Hard Slog
Any time frame you are given in Africa, remember to add a few hours, or even days. Matt and I got up at 6am, just in time to jump back…
Day 356: The Special Bus
The bus we're on is equipped to ferry schoolchildren around in Japan. It is not in any way shape or form designed to survive the horror that is an African…
Day 355: Mr Stanley, I Presume
Woke up on the bus, which had come to a halt sometime earlier in downtown Nairobbery. It was 5am as I staggered into a taxi and asked the driver to…
Day 354: Business As Usual
You know when somebody says that something was a breath of fresh air? I can't describe how apt that saying is when it comes to Rwanda. It is there that…
Day 353: A Dish Called Rwanda
Wow. Rwanda. Like, really, wow. I know what I like and I like what I see.I dragged my reluctant carcass out of bed at some ungodly hour and headed over…
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…