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…
Day 299: It’s A Mad Mad Madagascar
Yesterday passed with the graceful ebb and flow of the waves, and I am slowly coming to appreciate the grandeur to life on the deep blue. I spent most of…
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 222: TCHAD!
The train arrived at 7am in the central Cameroon town of N’Gaoundéré and, if we were VERY lucky, we could make a border hop to Chad today and get back…
Day 219: Thunder Road
At 6am, Tony kindly dropped me off at the nearby taxi rank and before too long, I was sitting under a flyover in a minibus with a guy named George…