When Google Maps failed, and Africa partied hard!

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!

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A series of unfortunate events.

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.

Peasants on Zanzibar – Paradise on a budget.

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.

Zanzibar.

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.

Ilala Ferrytale.

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.

Smell of change.

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.

Cape Maclear.

I have no idea what to write about. We’re sitting in Cape Maclear almost a month. Nothing new is happening, we’re outside of the real world, with no outsiders except tourist, and, oh wait…. we’ve met amazing people and we’re staying in a paradise. Have I written about that? I have no idea how it’s … Continue reading Cape Maclear.