Stayloose - ben

Well I guess I sold out and started a blog. Everything I wanted to get away from I am now becoming.

This trip started in the summer of 2005 with the idea to cycle from the UK to South Africa. Now in Cairo and nine months into the trip peer pressure and the sad admittance that, yes I guess it could be fun, has resulted in me starting this blog. Its just ramblings of my thoughts, emotions and observations as I cycle along.

The idea of a long bike trip came from a late night conversation with a friend after returning from previous travels. I said "What should I do with my life," he replied, "Why don't you cycle to Cape Town." Obviously that idea stuck. Other influences are my love of the "Huckleberry Finn" idea of total escapism from society and simple living, which has filled my imagination since childhood. The reality of this idea I have found more difficult than I first thought. To escape from society is one thing but you can never escape from your own mind...

"The thing to remember when travelling is that the trail is the thing, not the end of the trail. Travel too fast and you will miss all that you were travelling for" Louis L'Amour

"As long as there is wilderness, I know there is a larger part of myself that I can always visit, vast tracks of territory lying dormant, craving exploration and providing sanctity." Douglas Coupland

"My hearts like an open book for the whole world to read." Vince Neil

Enjoy

Cairo. March '06

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By Stayloose
May 7th 2007

But Africa is Broken

Africa » Tanzania

Rough Roads
The mountains in the back are the Gombe National Park

“Do you have any Amms?” “Amms! Sorry I don’t understand” I reply. “Amms, Amms” “Oh arms” I realize what the customs guy is getting at. “No, I don’t have a gun” A say with a smile. He’s lets me pass and I bump down the dirt track and through the barrier. Crossing into Tanzania, I am surprised by the amount of people about. I’d thought the North-West of Tanzania really would be middle of nowhere. People shout ‘Jambo, Jambo’ (Hello) and its weird to be back somewhere at least slightly familiar. The road is in a bad way - its dirt [View Full Entry]

By Stayloose
April 9th 2007

So I finally go and rupture a testicle

Africa » Burundi

Car Sticker

The bus winds thought the mountains and I sit and stare. The border was easy and twenty dollars has bought me a three-day transit visa. The bus has collected a lot more passengers and is now full of singing Christians. I’m pinned against the window by the lady sitting next to me and her unbelievably large arse. The group is in full swing and the sound of voices is almost deafening. The girl sat opposite is very interested in me and keeps talking to me in French. I tell her several times I can’t speak French but she continues nonetheless [View Full Entry]

By Stayloose
March 23rd 2007

So I finally go and catch malaria

Africa » Rwanda

The Land of a Thousand Hills

I’m back in Rwanda, on my own and wonder whether this will lead to maybe a different perception. The dirt finishes at the border and I pass down the smooth asphalt road. I’ve crossed over to cycling on the right and tell myself that it’s pretty important thing to remember. The different perception is working, all I can see is the word “Genocide” written on every sign, board and poster. It seems that every five hundred meters there’s a sign for a church, there all written in French and I don’t understand it, but pick out the words genocide and [View Full Entry]

By Stayloose
March 1st 2007

"Get your hand out of my pants" or "Tree Climbing Lions" or "I didn't see the Internally Displaced Person Camps"

Africa » Uganda

Marabou Storks
Central Kampala

The girl has her hand up the back of my shirt. I ask her to remove it, and she does, but then she starts trying to stick her hand down the front of my trousers. I’m gob smacked, not embarrassed, shy, or even particularly uncomfortable, just gob smacked. “What the fuck are you doing?” I ask. I don’t say it in anger, just in amazement. Somehow she has managed to get her hand down the front of my trousers and is fumbling around for my dick. “Get your fucking hand out of my pants” I say as I pull her [View Full Entry]

By Stayloose
January 15th 2007

City Of Lava

Africa » Congo Democratic Republic » East » Goma

The Main Road
The lava poured down the high st submerging everything in its way.

We walk across, the mini bus we were in seems to of disappeared - but we still haven’t paid - obviously the driver couldn’t be bothered with the two mzungu’s who were taking so much time at immigration. We hand over our thirty-five US dollars, request tourist visas and a very faint stamp is stuck in our passports stating eight days in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. I say something like “Shit, were actually in the Congo”. Our bus has driven off and we walk down the road. It looks very much the town on the Rwandan side. In my [View Full Entry]

By Stayloose
December 13th 2006

Green Hills and Dirt Tracks

Africa » Uganda

Slow going roads

There’s a small river symbolizing - actually being the border. I wheel Harvey across the bridge and up the dirt track which leads through a large grassy area. The kids have already clocked me and shouts of muzungu are coming from their mouths. There’s a small concrete building the shape and size of a garage where a sign hangs saying immigration. I walk over. Its twenty meters off the road through the grassy verge. I wonder in. It’s empty. I walk out and have a look around. ‘Immigration officer? Any of you?” I ask the dozen or so kids staring at [View Full Entry]

By Stayloose
November 20th 2006

I am a Movie Star

Africa » Kenya » Nairobi Province » Nairobi

I have decided to join the Navy

It had been two and a half months of not cycling. That’s two and a half months of permanent company. Two and a half months of having breakfast with someone else. Having lunch with someone else. Having dinner with someone else. Asking people what there up to, and people asking me what I was up to. Now sat on a tree stump drinking my morning coffee I wondered what I was suppose to do alone. The body and mind quickly get used to company but take a lot longer to get use to solitude. I’d underestimated loneliness so much before I [View Full Entry]

By Stayloose
September 5th 2006

My 30th Birthday

Africa » Tanzania » Zanzibar

I pour the Champagne on my b'day morning

A woman is walking her young son across the street. He’s dawdling across the road and she turns to him and says; “Don’t look where you’ve been, look where you’re going”. Anon, courtesy of Mr.T.D.A. White, Ba, Ma. I guess it’s a pretty good metaphor for the 4th decade of my life. How was my 30th birthday? It was fun. I didn’t wake up with a woman I loved, or any woman for that matter. But I did wake up to great friends, champagne and a paradise beach. I even got some cool presents. What more could I want... I guess [View Full Entry]

By Stayloose
August 17th 2006

Rushing for a birthday

Africa » Tanzania

Mountians

Another US$50 visa in my passport and I roll down the hill into Tanzania. There’s a small hotel just across the street and I take a room for US$2. Its clean, has a double bed, mosey net and even a towel. There’s no running water but there’s a couple of clean titled bathrooms with large buckets of water in them. I have a bucket shower and use the clean towel provided hoping that everywhere in Tanzania can be this cheap and decent. I head to a restaurant and order a Kilimanjaro beer. A fat guy gets up from another table and [View Full Entry]

By Stayloose
August 13th 2006

"So how do you know this word "Chai" then?"

Africa » Kenya » Nairobi Province » Nairobi

Nairobi City Centre

I alight from the bus in Nairobi. I’m not in a bus station but a rather shabby looking street. I’m trying to get my bike and bags out of the bus, but the pavement is covered in boxes waiting to be put on the bus. In the crazy squash everyone seems to be fighting to get there luggage off and others to get their luggage on. I manage to drag Harvey out, fit the panniers and cycle off. I chose a random direction as I have no idea where I am. The road isn’t paved and I bump up and down [View Full Entry]

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Blogs & Travel Journals

But Africa is Broken

So I finally go and rupture a testicle

So I finally go and catch malaria

"Get your hand out of my pants" or "Tree Climbing Lions" or "I didn't see the Internally Displaced Person Camps"

City Of Lava

Green Hills and Dirt Tracks

I am a Movie Star

My 30th Birthday

Rushing for a birthday

"So how do you know this word "Chai" then?"