Sorry for being so quiet. After diving in Tanga and almost being blown up by dynamite fishing I headed for Iringa, where some of you may remember is my favorite school that touched my heart. But before I reached Kelanzo farm I met another single female traveler who is based in Dar but travels to countries around with her dog. I was sorry I couldn’t stay and chat with her some more, very interesting lady. She loves hiking and inspired me to actually just stop driving for a day and enjoy the mountains.
This is exactly what I did after running into some volunteers from UNICEF who were doing for a hike the following day. Was not thrilled by the idea of walking with volunteers who work for my much hated NGO. However it was actually interesting and hear their concerns and ideas on how to REALLY make a difference in Africa. They also informed me of things UNICEF do actually do for Africa. Here I was thinking that all they are good for is wasting money, which the volunteers agreed with J
I was so thankful to be sitting on my bum behind the wheel the next day as my body was aching from our four hour hike up in the mountains. It really is amazing how your muscle mass deteririates when you not doing anything. Lets be honest I haven’t been very fit in a LONG time, but this is a little bit ridiculous.
Once I arrived with a warm welcome at the “Old Farmhouse”, I drove to St Mary’s to see St Mary’s and Father Masinga, unfortunately he was not around but had a nice chat and catch up with Nicky. I still feel exactly the same way about this school and can’t wait to get people to invest in the Aleutia computers for them. Twelve thousand dollars, how hard can it be J
On the road again and next Stop Zambia. The border was a hassle of being accused of being racist just because I have a South African passport- I hate this passport as it restricts you not only for visas to any developed countries but also announces to the world that you must be racist cause you white and was around during Apartheid. It always boils my blood. Hello I was brought up in Malaysia, the most non-racist country on planet earth!
I was amazed at how undeveloped northern Zambia was. It was great, no one for miles and miles. I did find an awesome little quaint place up in the mountains with a hot spring. Was nice chatting to the newly appointed manager, who has gone to live in the middle of nowhere to escape from men and chaos. We also chatted about independent travelers and how somewhere along the road you always end up bumping into each other. No surprise to me that the majority of my Turkana convey had ended up here as well.
Not much excitement in Lusaka so moved on swiftly heading further South. I kept moving fast cause was so excited because my father was going to join me within the next four days. I went exploring alonf Lake Kariba’s shore line and found Kariba Bush camp. They own the biggest crocodile farm in Africa for commercial use. Poor crocs being produced for handbags etc. It was a nice chilled place with friendly staff.
After days of waiting my father finally arrived- whoohoo. His first night I introduced him to Ulf and Marret whom I had bumped into again. They the guys who had so much trouble in the MAN expedition truck up in Turkana. A nice dinner and catch up and then off the next day for our Tiger fishing on a rustic island in the middle of the Zambezi.
We stayed here two nights and had many laughs with the owner Brett and the Tree biologist Evelyn. I loved the place so much I may be going back for a month in August while they are away. This is true bush paradise.
Apparently now is not the right time of year to catch Tiger fish, however I was overjoyed when I managed to catch a small one. I did cheat a little and used smaller fish to catch him. Super exciting catching fish, who would of thought J Says the girl who comes from a Trout Farm.
Crossing over into Botswana was a breeze and visiting Chobe National Park was enthralling. A herd of elephants decided to walk through our campsite to head for the river, was very scary and exciting at the same time. In the early hours of the morning my father was convinced an animal was kicking his tent over, but it was just because I hadn’t put the ground pegs in and the strong wind and rain blew it over while he was sleeping. Was quite hilarious though seeing my poor father drenched.
The rest of Botswana was a quick fly by as my father did not have many days off, so I had to get him home. I had promised my four year old niece a tortoise when I spoke with her on Christmas day, and coincidently once we crossed the border in SA there was a tortoise crossing the road. I slammed on breaks and convinced my father to catch him.
All I can say is my niece and nephew were enthusiastic over the tortoise for all of five minutes before they started asking if I have any other presents. I was not impressed as I thought a tortoise was the coolest gift in the world. Kids hey J
This is exactly what I did after running into some volunteers from UNICEF who were doing for a hike the following day. Was not thrilled by the idea of walking with volunteers who work for my much hated NGO. However it was actually interesting and hear their concerns and ideas on how to REALLY make a difference in Africa. They also informed me of things UNICEF do actually do for Africa. Here I was thinking that all they are good for is wasting money, which the volunteers agreed with J
I was so thankful to be sitting on my bum behind the wheel the next day as my body was aching from our four hour hike up in the mountains. It really is amazing how your muscle mass deteririates when you not doing anything. Lets be honest I haven’t been very fit in a LONG time, but this is a little bit ridiculous.
Once I arrived with a warm welcome at the “Old Farmhouse”, I drove to St Mary’s to see St Mary’s and Father Masinga, unfortunately he was not around but had a nice chat and catch up with Nicky. I still feel exactly the same way about this school and can’t wait to get people to invest in the Aleutia computers for them. Twelve thousand dollars, how hard can it be J
On the road again and next Stop Zambia. The border was a hassle of being accused of being racist just because I have a South African passport- I hate this passport as it restricts you not only for visas to any developed countries but also announces to the world that you must be racist cause you white and was around during Apartheid. It always boils my blood. Hello I was brought up in Malaysia, the most non-racist country on planet earth!
I was amazed at how undeveloped northern Zambia was. It was great, no one for miles and miles. I did find an awesome little quaint place up in the mountains with a hot spring. Was nice chatting to the newly appointed manager, who has gone to live in the middle of nowhere to escape from men and chaos. We also chatted about independent travelers and how somewhere along the road you always end up bumping into each other. No surprise to me that the majority of my Turkana convey had ended up here as well.
Not much excitement in Lusaka so moved on swiftly heading further South. I kept moving fast cause was so excited because my father was going to join me within the next four days. I went exploring alonf Lake Kariba’s shore line and found Kariba Bush camp. They own the biggest crocodile farm in Africa for commercial use. Poor crocs being produced for handbags etc. It was a nice chilled place with friendly staff.
After days of waiting my father finally arrived- whoohoo. His first night I introduced him to Ulf and Marret whom I had bumped into again. They the guys who had so much trouble in the MAN expedition truck up in Turkana. A nice dinner and catch up and then off the next day for our Tiger fishing on a rustic island in the middle of the Zambezi.
We stayed here two nights and had many laughs with the owner Brett and the Tree biologist Evelyn. I loved the place so much I may be going back for a month in August while they are away. This is true bush paradise.
Apparently now is not the right time of year to catch Tiger fish, however I was overjoyed when I managed to catch a small one. I did cheat a little and used smaller fish to catch him. Super exciting catching fish, who would of thought J Says the girl who comes from a Trout Farm.
Crossing over into Botswana was a breeze and visiting Chobe National Park was enthralling. A herd of elephants decided to walk through our campsite to head for the river, was very scary and exciting at the same time. In the early hours of the morning my father was convinced an animal was kicking his tent over, but it was just because I hadn’t put the ground pegs in and the strong wind and rain blew it over while he was sleeping. Was quite hilarious though seeing my poor father drenched.
The rest of Botswana was a quick fly by as my father did not have many days off, so I had to get him home. I had promised my four year old niece a tortoise when I spoke with her on Christmas day, and coincidently once we crossed the border in SA there was a tortoise crossing the road. I slammed on breaks and convinced my father to catch him.
All I can say is my niece and nephew were enthusiastic over the tortoise for all of five minutes before they started asking if I have any other presents. I was not impressed as I thought a tortoise was the coolest gift in the world. Kids hey J
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