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).
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.
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.
Zambian days are like distorting mirror to Zimbabwe, everything here is more focused on Mzungu’s (white people) money. People rush us- even though nobody’s in a hurry, telling us “but it’s cheap!”- not knowing that we’re counting every penny. They crowd us horribly at every junction with “taxi?”, “help with bags?” and other questions we’re … Continue reading “It’ll be truly Zambian night”.