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 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…
Day 275: Five Quid A Page?!
The British High Commission in Pretoria is a little tricky to find – I wandered about for about half-an-hour before I realised that the building with no sign and no…
Day 274: Cool Run-Ins
So… into the tenth month on the road and I finally, finally reach South Africa, what had, in my original estimation, been the half-way point for this adventure. That was…
Day 270: Gung Ho-Hum
With less than 48 hours left on my visa, Emilio’s wonderful driver, Yuri, picked me up at 5am to drop me off at the bus to Benguela, half-way to the…
Day 268: Breakdown
So I slept a second night in the truck cab. Again I was awoken at 6am; why, I have no clue, as we didn’t set off until after nine. Apart…
Day 267: The Go-Slow
I was roused at 6am and thought great – we’ll be in Luanda tonight. My phone had stopped working and I needed to get a Angolan SIM card, but there…
Day 266: Anglin’ Fer Angola
5am! Are you having a laugh? The bus didn’t leave until nine!! I could have had a good lie-in, although this will form the pattern of the next week of…
Day 264: Visas and Viruses
Okay. Today was my DAY OF ACTION. I headed down to the Angolan embassy first thing in the morning, armed with my passport my old visa, my letter of invitation,…
Day 253: The Last Thing I Needed
"Vogons have to be just about one of the most unpleasant races in the galaxy. Not actually evil, but bad-tempered, bureaucratic, officious and callous. They wouldn't even lift a finger…