I love this stereotype how men are true travelers and women are just tourists or -at best- pretty accessory for a male traveler. Behind that are hiding all the smaller preconceived ideas like women are less adventurous, they’re weak, need makeup, shower, comfy bed, nail polish and that sort of bullshit. Quick reminder everybody – … Continue reading Hakuna matata!
There is no other way to call what was happening to us in the past month – bad luck, karma, call it as you like, but it was BAD. At some point we were even considering to change the name of a blog to something more accurate, like: - Mischievous Misfortunes - Mischievous Restrictions - … Continue reading A series of unfortunate events.
Stuck in the middle of a night in the Rwanda-Uganda version of Disneyland, without our bags, without our bus, without entrance stamps…I started laughing. It wasn’t hysterical, it’s just funny how many times bread slice can fall on the ground butter side down, how many things can go wrong in such a short time? We … Continue reading “I told you so!”: About this one time we dealt with Uganda Police (PART 2).
It’s not a secret that we’re crossing Africa in…let’s call it: most affordable way. OK, we’re traveling like peasants and we’re proud of it. We’ve put aside binge drinking, and every day we need to decide on good food or tolerable accommodation. Let’s face it, if one of you will ask me for my banking … Continue reading Peasants on Zanzibar – Paradise on a budget.
Ilala is the one thing on a must-do list in Malawi (and figuring out how to play Malawi Bawo, great game by the way) so we’ve done it (and we play bawo constantly). I don’t know too much about ferries, I’ve been on one with my parents going from Tenerife to Gran Canarias, and I … Continue reading Ilala Ferrytale.
Southern Africa, in all its differences, is like Europe in one thing – different languages, including names for pap/ nshima/ sadza (oh, you know, this stuff made of maize you’re eating with your hands and using as a spoon for gravy), changing climate zones and people are glued together with the same history. Like in … Continue reading Smell of change.
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.
Zambia is huge and has horrible roads. No, I don’t mind the standard of roads themselves – that kind of adjust (=lowers) when you’re in Africa for a while. The problem with Zambian roads is that they’re connecting Copperbelt and Lusaka. That’s it. I’m not kidding, it stopped being funny somewhere on a way to … Continue reading Bus through Zambia.
If you’re asking me Zimbabwe is a horrible touristic destination. Roads are bigger mess then Polish; attractions paid in US dollars are just unfairly expensive (and are only a few); accommodations are just bad if you don’t have pockets full of money and hot water (or even water) is a luxury; fuel prices are just … Continue reading Zimbabwean people.
South Africa is beautiful. When we first came here it was Cape Town we tried to fell in love with. It was beautiful, it was so pretty and so easy because of its resemblance to home. Only a few details were reviling what South Africa might become if we’ll be brave enough to try. So, … Continue reading South African beauty.