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 [...]

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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 [...]

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 [...]

Borders.

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 [...]

Traveling – Long holidays.

Holidays defined by Cambridge Dictionary is a time when someone does not go to work or school but is free to do what they want, such as travel or relax. Yeah, on point. During my studies, consumed with integrals, construction of reactors and writing about bubble flows I was reading all those traveling blogs, torturing [...]

Bus through Zambia.

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 [...]

“It’ll be truly Zambian night”.

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 [...]