Night owls and early birds, cat and dog lovers, coffee and tea drinkers… the world is divided! Put me in a box with night owls and tea addicts, but I won’t complain about good coffee at 7 am, somewhere in the mountains near the equator. This is how that story begins – with my travel … Continue reading About this one time, when Radek made me a morning coffee…
How to tell when you reached western-civilization-free zone? It’s quite simple. From here you’re surrounded by dozens of kids, following your every step in absolute silence, cut by a spontaneous outburst of laughter and high-pitched squeals. Here, mzungu was present only in the evening stories, so for villager’s kids, you’re like a monster from under … Continue reading When Google Maps failed, and Africa partied hard!
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).
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).
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.
Before we even started this trip on the other side of the equator, before we had a plan or money, before Mischievous Peregrination ( the name that tangled quite a few English tongues), there was a dream, simple thought „I want to go to Africa” and behind this, no explanation. No answer to “why?” just … Continue reading Zanzibar.
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.