“I told you so!”: About this one time I didn’t want to be right (PART 1).

We entered Rwanda very pissed off at Tanzania mainland, country for tourists, not for travelers. Next time, with more money and hopefully more patience for arrogant catcalling assholes which are an inseparable part of a landscape, exactly like a wildlife to the Serengeti and Ngorongoro Crater (but you don’t need to pay a fee to … Continue reading “I told you so!”: About this one time I didn’t want to be right (PART 1).

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The sweetest banana.

I was sitting at the back of a bus driving to Mbeya, detached from others by my backpack, separated from Radek by few sits, satellite dish and other junk going somewhere to be sold or to be used. Looking through a darkened window on Tanzania for the first time, too late to see anything except … Continue reading The sweetest banana.

Borders.

African borders. We already crossed few of them, and trust me – none of them was easy. When we were crossing the one with Botswana, we had problems with Radek’s visa, he kind of overstayed his South African one for two months. Not a big deal… so they wanted him to stay in the country … Continue reading Borders.