So our African adventure is coming to an end. One month later, contrary to all expectations, we’re still alive, just twenty shades darker, a few greetings-and-phrases wiser and way over our budget. We’ve travelled across 4 countries and seen so much more than we thought we would.
Sitting on the border of Zambia and Zimbabwe, this is the Victoria Falls.
One of Cape Town’s most distinct neighbourhoods, Bo-Kaap is famous for its brightly coloured houses and rich multicultural history.
Carnaval in Rio is absolutely insane. Everyone gets a six day holiday and the streets are filled with ridiculous costumes. Overseas we see images of girls in nothing but feathers and glitter and that’s predominantly all I’ve come to associate with Brazilian Carnaval. Three days in Rio changed that terrible misconception.
Over the past month we’ve had our share of interesting and memorable accommodation choices. Some fantastic and others which have driven us to tears. Here are a couple of my favourite.
Padkos. Afrikaans for “food for a roadtrip”. Such a fantastic word. So specific.
So the train ride from Nampula to Cuamba didn’t disappoint. It was as amazing as it was talked up to be (by Lonely Planet and other travellers we had met) and completely worth the struggle involved in getting to Nampula, the extra days we were forced to spend in Nampula and everything else that depressed us for the 2-3 days prior to the train ride.
Most uncomfortable sleep ever. Can’t really complain as it’s also the cheapest accommodation ever. Arrived in Cuamba yesterday evening around 6 with nothing more than our next destination in mind (Madimba, closest town to Mozambique/Malawi border). With very few meticals left, we hoped to hitch a ride and stay somewhere cheap for the night. No
I’ll admit it hasn’t all been fantastic. We have days where we just wish we could apparate (yes apparate) to some place beautiful and chill for a longer period of time without the dramas of backpacking and finding transportation, when things don’t go according to plan (though to be fair, it’s usually quite an unrealistically ambitious plan). When bus rides turn out butt-achingly uncomfortable, mozzies non-repellable and ATMs decide to swallow your card (well Lay’s). But it takes just a smile from a stranger, a sky covered in stars or something unexpectedly pleasant to undampen spirits and make all these measly dramas worthwhile.
It’s been 4 days in Africa so far and we’ve had our first hitchhike experience. Last night, after flying through Kruger National Park to make the gate closing time, ZH and AK dropped us off at Melalane petrol station where we convinced them we were going to be okay completing the rest of the trip on our own.