LuBarnham

Lu Barnham

Lu Barnham Thanks to everyone who reads my blogs, and for the messages and support when I'm on the road. You'll find on here my entries from/on India, Bangladesh, Qatar, the United Arab Emirates, South Korea, Japan, Morocco, Western Sahara, Mauritania, Senegal, The Gambia, Mali, Burkina Faso, Ghana, Togo, Benin, Nigeria, Cameroon, Gabon, Congo, the DRC, Angola, Namibia, Botswana, Zambia, Zimbabwe, South Africa, Mozambique and Swaziland. It's been a little while since I published a blog so I can't wait to share my forthcoming travels in India and China. Please watch this space to share my experiences. Cheers, and happy travels.






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'We buy all kinds of crap,' Seth is telling me, 'Actually, it's you - you buy all kinds of crap.' We're in our new flat unpacking boxes and he's holding up a solar powered plastic chicken which shakes its head from side to side. I bought it in South Korea last year and it makes me smile whenever i look at it. Ok, so it may have no actual function, but i glance at it and i am back in Seoul, which is kind of brilliant. What both of us are discovering right now, as we sift through the life we [View Full Entry]

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Published: September 21st 2009 | 655 Views | [diary=438419]


Night time, sitting on some stone steps overlooking Maputo Bay, listening to and observing the sea as it crashes in and out a few metres below us. Little kids play chicken with the waves, climbing to the lowest step then shrieking as the water lashes their feet before they have a chance to leap away. We have just eaten our fill of local prawns drenched in garlic butter, and have bought a cold beer each from an outdoor beer stall. Gangs of people drink and talk along the water’s edge. Some of the male groups are loud and drunk, but families [View Full Entry]

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Published: December 20th 2009 | 473 Views | [diary=461622]

Xai Xai
Xai-Xai beach
Xai-Xai beach

I had my nose as good as stuck to the window, taking in my first glimpses of South Africa. For a lot of travellers, this is their first African country. It apparently gets more tourists than anywhere else in sub-Saharan Africa. I had studied the map and the guidebook, and each time I suggested some beautiful sounding place, Seth would hit me with a ‘been there, done that.’ Drakensberg? Done it. Cape Town? Done it. Blyde River Canyon National Park? Done it. Awesomely tacky Sun City? Done it and ‘never going back there, Louie, under any circumstances.’ (Damn.) Having just come [View Full Entry]

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Published: November 10th 2009 | 316 Views | [diary=452283]

Green Woodhoopoe
Kicking Back

The bus journey from Windhoek to Livingstone was one of the smoothest, most sanitised, most organised journeys we had taken in Africa, and we hated it. Carrying 90 per cent tourists, running to an actual schedule, making toilet breaks that weren’t just pit stops by the side of a field, it was a highly efficient affair. Gap year backpackers chatted and flirted and swapped travel stories as our double-decker coach roared through tiny villages. I wrote in my notebook, ‘Good God get me of this f**king bus.’ The girl in front of me was one of those great people who fully [View Full Entry]

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Published: November 1st 2009 | 525 Views | [diary=449943]

Mosi-oa-Tunya, Zambian Side
Mosi-oa-Tunya, Zambian Side
Mosi-oa-Tunya, Zambian Side

It’s a very cold night and we’re sleeping in our car. I'm beginning to realise exactly how small this Citigolf actually is as leg cramp sets in. Blanketless, its all about wearing as many clothes as you can put on, and snuggling up. We both look a bit like manatees. I feel like I missed something in the paperwork - nobody warned me that Africa could get cold like this. At least we have enjoyed a big braai (bbq) of chops and boerewors, and have Castle Beer warming our veins. This tiny town is called Solitaire. I say town but I [View Full Entry]

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Published: October 26th 2009 | 458 Views | [diary=446464]

Night time is Braai Time
Dead Vlei
Etosha National Park

When the last of the DRC officials had checked our passports and waved us on, we found ourselves in a big dusty square, where a group of guinea fowl pecked the remains of a soldier's sandwich, and a few sleepy shopkeepers eyed the newcomers. The Angolan immigration team were friendly, if serious, and they taught us how to say 'hello' and 'thank you' in Portuguese. I had not really turned my mind to the practicalities of travel in Angola. For days my brain had been awash with will-we-won't-we get the Angolan visa, will-we-won't-we make it through the DRC without incident... now [View Full Entry]

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Published: October 11th 2009 | 689 Views | [diary=444002]

Baobab
Seth on the Marginal, Luanda
National Bank of Angola, Luanda

We cross the Congo River. Seth is dreading immigration because he has read we may be turned back if we cannot produce an Angolan visa. Why the DRC officials would need proof of our wanting to leave their country is beyond me - the proof will be right there on my face as they scrutinise our passports. It’s not like we want to emigrate. In fact, my heart is full of doom. What the hell are we doing here? I know the troubles of very recent years have been near the Rwanda-DRC border, in Goma, far east of us, but there [View Full Entry]

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Published: October 2nd 2009 | 623 Views | [diary=441583]

Matadi
DRC matches
Congo River

The plunge into Central Africa brought us to a string of exotic-sounding places I’d never heard of in my life; places like Oyem, Ndjole, Lambarene, N’dende, Mila-mila, M’banza Kongo,Benguela and Lubango. The few that I had heard of - Brazzaville, Kinshasa, Luanda - did not fill my heart with delight, though there was a little buzz, a small flush of excitement, connected with each, because they seemed like cities of the imagination, places that had seen hard times, were or had been hard to live in, and were visited only by intrepid explorers, coffee swilling journalists and wary expats. The sense [View Full Entry]

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Published: August 27th 2009 | 450 Views | [diary=431666]

mila-mila, congo
Ngongo, Congo
transport, congo style

I’d like to warn readers that I have fallen in love with Cameroon, and can therefore guarantee an inappropriately long blog. Each time I try to cut down on the length of these writings, I seem to end up writing more, so if you decide to persist, do crack open a beer, or fetch a glass of wine, or a tall latte - whatever blows your hair back. We entered Cameroon via a bridge across the Cross River. It had been a slow drive from the Nigerian town of Ikom on account of our cab being stopped for numerous police checks. [View Full Entry]

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Published: September 30th 2009 | 428 Views | [diary=441103]

Metchum Falls
Aku and I, heading to Mamfe
Mamfe

Behind a driver in a floppy white hat, and in the company of about sixteen Nigerians and Beninois, we cruised into the huge country that had occupied our thoughts and governed our plans for some time now. It was no joyride, this first journey into Nigeria. The intense prayers led by passengers on every bus that we took (‘dear lord, protect us from the blood-sucking demons on the highway’) showed how every journey undertaken was laden with a certain sense of vulnerability and danger. Smurf-hat had to pull the minibus over at every police check we came to, and we trooped [View Full Entry]

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Published: August 27th 2009 | 444 Views | [diary=431639]

Afi Mountain Drill Ranch
Botanical Gardens, Calabar
A Beautiful Neighbour, Ibadan



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