Gorilla Tracking!

Been there, done that! Guys, what the experience! When they were telling us “once in a lifetime experience” we were considering… mostly our budget. Once in a lifetime, you can empty your wallet (with all attached bank accounts) and convince yourself, that it’s “a good idea”. Once in a lifetime, you can pay -for few … Continue reading Gorilla Tracking!

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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!

“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).

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.

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.

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.