She Rambo

Unfortunately for the last few days Lisa has been waking up at 6:30am and it is all my fault. My wristwatch alarm has been permanently locked in at 6:30, well 6:24 but let’s not split hairs. I guess I could have smothered it at the bottom of my backpack but where would the fun be in that? Today was one day I wanted to be up early, voluntarily. Prague in summer is just a step shy of an amusement park during school holidays. The beauty of Charles bridge would be lost in a sea of daypacks and scantily clad tourists drenched in a sticky aura of sweat. Collective sweat when elbow to elbow or in my case elbow to nose, can ruin the most beautiful of travel experiences. No, to be fair, it can ruin anything. ... read more

Good Morning Cesky Bears There is nothing like wanting to avoid the crowds to make you jump out of bed early in the morning on your holidays. My first priority (after caffeine that is) was to climb Cesky Tower for the morning view of the UNESCO Heritage listed town. The town was already basked in early morning sun and in the pit of my tummy, I knew today was going to be a wonderful carefree day. The Cesky Castle bears thought so too as they were padding around their humble moat from one side, under the bridge and out to the other. Only a handful of voyeurs were hanging about and they didn’t mind the intrusion. A little French boy had a moment of stage fright coming down the wooden steps of the tower and promptly ... read more

I’ll be honest. I have tried to write about this particular day for the past month. I have looked at it from every angle and toyed with different styles, trying to think of different emotions I would like to evoke in you. I wanted today to have some meaning for me which I can share to you in some profound way whether it be a childhood dream realised or a small stepping stone to some greater understanding of myself or the world’s existence. Do I want to create profound inspiration or inspire through laughter and funny stories? Do I make this piece informative and inspire you to learn more or will I continue to write it as a journal of the inner workings of my mind (scary as that may be) in a series of ... read more

Johannesburg take... five? Twenty-five percent of South Africa’s Police Force is illiterate and as luck would have it, one of them pulled us over with an over-inflated sense of importance. “Can I see your license?” Derick pulls out his license. “You cannot drive this truck, wrong license,” he says. Incensed, Derick took a deep breath and asked why. After all for over three years now, Drifters have issued him this license to drive their trucks without problems. “Because sis truck is modified, it seyz that you cannot drive sis truck,” the spherical man says, rocking back on his heels and pointing to the back of the license. “It says up to 16 tonnes. This is a max 13tonne truck, its been modified to 10.” “You cannot drive this truck,” he insisted pointing to the trucks capacity ... read more

Hwange - The Express Version ‘They are going to die eating a Whimpy burger in Vic Falls,” Derick commented as he saw the Norwegians head into a dilapidated Whimpy outlet. I am certain the residual gin will kill any bacteria and or parasite that are hibernating in a limp Whimpy burger. We drove out of Vic Falls with a truckload of very sore tourists. Alex hung his head out of the window and Hendrik was waving an arm outside for some reason I couldn’t fathom. Albert looked incredibly washed out and relegated himself to the back seats to try and sober up. The others rested their pounding heads sprawled across the seats. Anouk was upright and amused. I filled Derick in on the dramas of last night. “Where was I when all this was happening?” “At ... read more