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…
Day 281: Hey Ya!
Staggeringly early bus to Swaziland, but I needn't have bothered. Let me explain; I rose at the butt-crack to get my ultra-early bus across the border into Swaziland, which is…
Day 280: …And Nothing But The Tooth
Being a massive four months behind schedule now, I don't really have time for dossing about, but today I really needed to get things done. Jeans and teeth where the…
Day 279: The Highest Pub in Africa
I actually didn't want to go all the way to Durban – I wanted to get off at a place called Pietermaritzburg. I heard you could get minibus from there…
Day 278: Sunrise
Crikey, I could have done without this early start, but it's all power for the cause. Today in a move guaranteed to get me another 500 clicks on this website,…
Day 277: The Nuns of Gaborone
Best blog entry title of The Odyssey? Up at 6am and down to the nearby service station where one goes to cadge a lift to the border. Was waiting until…