African Adventure

September 2019 - March 2020
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  • Day 102

    Boxing Day Boma

    December 26, 2019 in Zimbabwe ⋅ ☁️ 36 °C

    Back to Victoria Falls. But not before a slightly hectic border crossing back into Zimbabwe, where we need to buy another KAZA Univisa.

    Today we’re saying goodbye to our tour group friends, who are either heading onto South Africa or back home.

    After saying our first round of goodbyes in the morning, we laze around the pool. In the evening, we head to the Boma, a for a night of food and music. The place is decked out like an African dream- there are large thatched roofs, there’s brightly coloured fabrics, dancers, drumming, animals revolving on massive spits, and plenty of other traditional foods, including the Mopani Worm, which is a worm about 3cm long and is quite gritty.

    We have our fortunes told by the fortune teller, who predicts that KT will never divorce, and will have twins. He tells Chris that he will make lots of money with a successful business venture. Chris asks him if Liverpool will win the league, but the question is met by a blank face- either he doesn’t understand the question, or his mystic powers don’t stretch so far.

    After dinner, we are all given a drum, and we follow simple instructions to create a raucous rhythm, which tranforms into a huge dance-off in the centre. It’s really great fun, and it’s impossible not to get swept up in it.
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  • Day 104

    Train to Bulawayo

    December 28, 2019 in Zimbabwe ⋅ ☁️ 22 °C

    We're leaving Victoria Falls today, heading to the old colonial town of Bulawayo. To get there, we opt for the overnight train.

    At the train station, there's a bit of confusion, as we are quoted 90 dollars each. We were expecting it to be 10 dollars each, so we are shocked. Unfortunately, we're locked into this plan now, and we rush around to source some extra dollars. With a grimace, we reluctantly hand over 180 USD. The ticket officer peels off 20 bucks. It turns out the ticket price was in Zimbabwean Dollars (the so-called Bond Notes), and the rate is about 9:1. Since Vic Falls is a tourist town, we haven't had to use Zimbabwean Dollars yet.

    So we turn to our next task: finding Zim Dollars. These are difficult to come by. Since the catastrophic inflation under the Mugabe years, the Zimbabwean government has issued a new currency, which is very tightly controlled. In order to avoid inflation, the government simply doesn't print enough money. It is also impossible to draw money with a foreign bank card. I assume that this is because it is not an internationally recognised currency.

    We ask our regular taxi driver, Clifford, where we can get some, and it turns out that he knows someone who can change the money. We like Clifford, but given the scarcity of moeny, we're worried that we're going to get ripped off on the exchange rate, as we have been at all the border crossing so far. Our concerns weren't justified though, as his brother gives us an extremely generous 16:1 conversion. 50 USD gets us 800 Zim Dollars. a new problem: Zimbabwean money only comes in 2 and 5 Dollar notes. This means we end up with a huge stack of notes.

    After stocking up on water and snacks at the supermarket (where we see someone buy 100 packs of peanuts and nothing else), we head for the train. The carriages are decked out with Rhodesian Railway logos. This was the old colonial railway company, which existed until 1980. It seems that the rest of the train hasn't been updated in the last 40 years, either.

    We settle into our sleeping cabin, and prepare for the journey. It's scheduled to take 12 hours, bringing us into Bulawayo at 7am. As we depart Vic Falls, we see elephants grazing in the bush near the railway tracks. We crack open a bottle of wine and enjoy the sunset. Unfortunately, after the sun sets, we discover that there is no electricity on the train. This means no lights, and no fan. And it's very hot.

    After splittling a bottle of wine, we sleep well enough, and wake up the next morning before 7. 7 comes and goes, but we're stilling pressing on. The hours fly by, and we still don't arrive into Bulawayo. We tuck into our snacks at lunchtime and patiently wait for the train to arrive. Finally, at 6pm, we pull into Bulawayo station, 11 hours behind schedule. At least our Zambian train ride had prepared us for that.

    In the evening, we head to the Bulawayo Club for tea. It's an old colonial club that now, since the fall of the colonial regime, allows guests. It's a strange place- all mahogany wood panels, big fireplaces, hunting trophies and betting books that go back over a century. And it's completely empty. We have the place to ourselves and have quite a nice tea. Given that this is Zimbabwe, a fancy meal at this very fancy place cost us less than a tenner. It's surreal.
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  • Day 108

    2020

    January 1, 2020 in Zimbabwe ⋅ ☁️ 25 °C

    The year is 2020.

    Awaking from deep sleep in the Eastern Highlands of Zimbabwe, our heroes PICKLES and KT have MONSTROUS HANGOVERS. Their only mission? Survival.

    So far on the trip, we’ve been good at avoiding giant hangovers, just on the basis that they effectively rob you of a day’s travelling (and, when you’re on the road, it isn’t as easy to order a greasy Domino’s and watch Netflix). However, New Year’s feels like a free pass for a hangover, even though it still feels like hell. Especially in a small tent in tropical Africa.

    To ease our hangovers, we walk slightly into the jungle, where a waterfall has created a plunge pool. Here we find another of those almost fictional swimming holes, as if from some idyllic depiction of the rainforest. The water is the perfect temperature for refreshment, and we can feel our hangovers wash away, out into the dense jungle. Good riddance.

    The rest of the day is spent lounging around the lodge, taking in the incredible views (which, predictably, don’t translate to photographs) and enjoying another gourmet meal, before watching the Premier League (this is Africa, after all). When we retire to the tent, the gentle gushing of the river ferries us gently to the land of nod.

    Here’s to another decade of adventures.
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  • Day 109

    Nyanga to Chimanimani

    January 2, 2020 in Zimbabwe ⋅ 🌧 23 °C

    Woke up hangry in our hot tent and quickly got to work on taking it down. This was quite the surprise for the golfers on the course above us who had not seen us in our perfectly concealed army-green tent by the river.

    After managing to lug our big bags and camping gear up the golf course to the lodge, we drank our coffees and settled our rather large bill with the lodge. Thankfully our nights camping brought the cost down quite substantially, but I can’t say we stuck to our backpackers budget.

    Hangry, we scarfed down a bunch of bananas in the car and decided to hit the road. This didn’t come without challenge however, as we were running low on fuel and there was no petrol station in sight until the next town, Mutare. Thankfully, the managers of the lodge supplied us with a receipt to get 20 litres of gas down at the local tea plantation. Upon arrival we showed our receipt to the security guard who looked at it strangely but allowed us to go through the gate down to the pump.

    Unsurprisingly, the mechanics were experiencing issues with the pump, which seemed to be the ongoing theme of our Zimbabwe travels. We were told to wait 20 minutes and parked up in front of the garage where we were obviously in the way of the other workers. Finally, we were waved over and given the go ahead to collect our fuel. Without it we definitely would have run dry and been stuck on the side of the road.

    Fuelled up, we started on our way towards Mutare through the tea plantation. The road wasn’t easy to navigate with the never-ending pot holes. But we’ve become pretty used to the “African Massage” these days.

    Once in Mutare we filled up our tank which was surprisingly easy to do as we only had to visit three petrol stations this time before finding one with fuel! Still hangry we then decided it was time to fill our stomachs with delicious peri peri chicken from the local Portuguese Recreation Club; a hall filled with tables and chairs decorated in the finest Christmas tinsel. After drinking our 2 cokes with the waiter pushing for a third and failing to finish our plate full of chicken, we said our goodbyes to this funny little hall and set out for our final destination of the day, Chimanimani.

    Chimanimani was left devastated by the cyclone of 2018. The aftermath of its destruction can still be seen while driving into this lovely little town. With most of its streets and bridges being wiped out and yet to be rebuilt, it took us a little bit longer to get to our accommodation of the evening: Heaven Lodge.

    Nestled into the hill side, Heaven Lodge’s name seems quite suiting as it overlooks the Chimanimani Mountains. It helped that we were also greeted by a tiny kitten who quickly learned that one cannot walk through a window, no matter how cute you may be.

    We finished the day by setting up camp and watching the sunset fall over mountains. With only three options available for dinner, we chose to eat the chicken as we didn’t have quite enough already that day.
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  • Day 110

    Chimanimani Mountain Hiker

    January 3, 2020 in Zimbabwe ⋅ ☁️ 27 °C

    Noah, our walking guide picked us up at 8, still (or freshly) smelling faintly of jazz cigarettes. We stop at the market to pick up supplies. Noah then takes most of the 150 Bond ($10) we advanced him, and disappears into the back of the market to pick up more “supplies”.

    The road to the start of the national park cannot be called a road any longer. It was washed away by the cyclone, and there is now just an alarmingly steep dirt road, covered with loose stones and boulders. The bridge over the river was also washed away, and has been replaced by hundreds of big stones fording the river. We slip, slide and get stuck even in our large 4x4.

    On the road, Noah tells us about the farmer who used to own the entire valley leading up to the national park. The farmer was incredibly successful, and once produced a single coffee harvest that sold for $5 million. He was so popular that he was convinced by the town to run as an MP, which he finally did, representing ZANU PF. However, when he was elected, he turned against ZANU PF, and switched to the opposition, MDC. This did not go down well with Mugabe and the ZANU PF, which started a campaign of intimidation against Chimanimani, and the MP himself. Eventually, the MP was forced from office, and his farm was invaded by the War Veterans- soldiers who had fought in the independence war who were loyal to Mugabe. The farm went from producing lucrative cash crops, to subsistence farming. The coffee processing machinery was apparently turned into a chicken coup. The MP, and his wife, later perished in a plane crash.

    We start the hike around 9.30am, and it is already hot. The start of the journey is not so much a hike but a rock climb, as we scrambled over large granite boulders in between small passes. Without a guide, it would have been impossible to know which boulders we had to climb in order to stay on track. This wasn’t helped by the fact that the cyclone had washed away the paths, and had carved huge scars through the hills.

    At the top, we entered an area called “Paradise”, which is overlooked by a little mountain hut. Usually, this is staffed, but Noah tells us that the ranger usually just hangs out at the border, where he can make a bit more money, and chat to the border police.

    On the drive back from the hike, we come across a little hatchback trying to make its way across the stones in the river. It is clearly stuck, but the driver will not give up, until he revs so hard that smoke billows from his front tyres. He gave up, and dropped off his passengers (a mother with newly born twins) at the bottom of the hill. Noah tries to convince him to pull to the side so we can pass, but the young driver is determined to reverse back over the ford and up the other side. However, on the way back, the car gets stuck on a large rock, and the front bumper rips away from the body, left hanging by a thread. We get out and manage to push the car back up the hill, and we’re able to get back on the road, to get some well earned rest at Heaven Lodge.
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  • Day 111

    Masvingo- Great Zimbabwe

    January 4, 2020 in Zimbabwe ⋅ ☀️ 33 °C

    Today, we made the journey from Chimanimani to Masvingo to see the ruins of Great Zimbabwe. Before we start the journey, we must source fuel, which as we know, isn’t the easiest task in Zimbabwe. We headed to the local fuel pump, which is out of fuel. However, the attendants helpfully point to their mate, who opens the boot of his car to reveal a stash of jerry cans. Nothing shady about that. We buy 15 litres of unknown-quality-fuel, which should be enough to get us a good way to Masvingo, but hopefully not so much as to ruin the engine.

    Along the way, we came across a Flo Petroleum in a random town, which took USD. I ask him to fill up the tank, which entails him jumping up and down on the side of the car, in order to rock it back and forth, filling the tank to the absolute brim.

    We arrived at Great Zimbabwe and headed through to the campsite, where a wedding was taking place. I feel bad about driving through the wedding, but the employees at Great Zimbabwe laughed off my concerns. Maybe it’s just my Britishness.

    When we asked for a camping space at the campsite, the employee leaves, and returns a few minutes later to say that there is no water. When we say that we can manage without, she very reluctantly reaches for her phone to call the manager. After awkwardly watching her reluctantly press a button on her phone every few seconds, we ask about camping at the Great Zimbabwe Hotel. Her eyes light up, and we are directed back there.

    At the Hotel, the camping is $20 per person per night, with the hotel’s tents. Somewhat bizarrely, there is no discount for our own tent.

    Camping sorted, we head over to explore the ruins. Despite it being past 4pm, it is still a blazing 38 degrees C, and much to our chagrin, the royal enclosure is on the top of a huge granite outcrop- the walk up to the top and back down does not do Katie’s blisters any favours. Still, the history of the place, and the landscape, made it all worth it.
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  • Day 112

    Masvingo to Harare

    January 5, 2020 in Zimbabwe ⋅ ☁️ 29 °C

    Today we left the Great Zimbabwe Hotel. Before leaving, we ask how much breakfast is, and were quoted USD26 per person. We politely declined, and picked up a steak pie from Baker’s Inn in Masvingo. Our vegetarian creds continue to decrease by the day.

    We managed to get some petrol at a normal petrol station which was a pleasant surprise. However, when we were filling up, a gigantic queue of cars started entering to the other pump. It seems that our USD allowed us to skip the big queue.

    The road from Masvingo to Harare is maybe the worst main road we have used. Giant potholes arrive out of nowhere, and always seem to crop up when a large bus is coming in the opposite lane, and we have no choice but to take the hit and pray for our tyres. At one point, the road ends, and a gravelly, dusty track takes over. However, this doesn’t stop people from using it as a two lane highway, which kicked up a huge dust cloud, and sent a rock directly at our windscreen, creating a little chip- we fear for our security deposit.

    We arrived at Small World Lodge around 2pm, and enquire about camping. We can camp next to the car park, the swimming pool, or next to the tables where people are sitting and chatting. We opt for the car park.

    Played some beer pong (with bottlecaps) with some overlanders who have done a similar route to us (from Nairobi), and we compare travel stories. We met the most charming Irishman, who had been travelling overland with the group since the start (and told us about this app!) and the most smiley British gent who had just joined the group that day.

    Above the bar is a Sam Smith’s mirror advertising OBB, but unfortunately, all they have is Golden Pilsener.
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  • Day 113

    Harare

    January 6, 2020 in Zimbabwe ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    Today, we got up when the heat in the tent became in too hot (an ongoing theme of African camping). Breakfast options at the hostel were either an english breakfast without eggs, or yoghurt and raisins for $7... Instead we opted for Pariah State at the Avondale.

    Went to the Avondale flea market to pick up a football shirt- Harare Dynamos (“The Glamour Boys”)- and a strong contender for the worst shirt ever (bright blue with hamburgers).

    On the way back, we see the headlines from the local newspapers outside a petrol station. The H-Metro runs a story about someone drowning, mermaids suspected.

    Having to wing it in regards to the fuel situation yet again. The hostel staff will try to sort it out for $1.30 per litre, not sure where the source is.
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  • Day 114

    Leaving Harare

    January 7, 2020 in Zimbabwe ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C

    Woke up early to sort the car out before returning it. We drove around the neighbourhood trying to find fuel at the petrol stations. They’re all empty, and at the last one we visit, the attendant informs us that there is no petrol in the whole of Harare. Another staff member at the hostel has a contact, who we could call, and offer to buy him a drink in exchange for petrol.

    Eventually the woman from the car hire company came to collect the car, and just takes the cost of fuel from our deposit, no dramas after all.

    When we headed back into town for breakfast, we see a giant queue of cars, snaking its way around the neighbourhood. They are queuing for Engen, which must just have received a shipment of fuel.

    In the evening, we boarded the overnight bus from Harare to Vic Falls. It is maybe one of the worst bus seats I have sat in so far- no seatbelt, broken armrest, it’s stuck in the reclined position and the window keeps opening until I tie it closed with a shoelace.
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  • Day 115

    Victoria Falls to Livingstone

    January 8, 2020 in Zimbabwe ⋅ ☁️ 22 °C

    We arrived into Victoria Falls slightly early, but the ever reliable Clifford was already waiting for us, so we could confidently navigate the throngs of taxi drivers who block the exit of the bus.

    Clifford dropped us at the border just as the sun started to rise, and we opt to walk across the bridge separating the two countries. The road just over from the Zimbabwean side of the border is flanked by trucks, the first of which was being invaded by a baboon just as we approach it. I lean around the truck to inform the driver “There’s a baboon in your truck”, to which he angrily shouts to his mate, who is sleeping soundly in the truck instead of keeping away baboons. The cheeky monkey is able to escape with an entire loaf of bread.

    As we cross the bridge, it seems to us that the water levels have risen even in the couple of weeks that we’ve been gone. On the Zambian side, the rivers that ran bare when we first crossed the border are now full of water. The spray from the falls rose up into the sky and fell like rain into the potholes, even so far as the Zimbabwean border post.

    Tired from the bus journey, the rest of our day was a lazy, uneventful one, though we did have a tasty tea of Sadza (what they call Ugali in this part of the world), beans and greens.
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