Join, well not literally, my good friend Dave (from Worksop College - there you go big Roy, this bit of free advertising should make up for the whole failure as a Cricket Scholar thing lol) and myself as we travel our way from Egypt, through the Sudan, Ethiopia, Kenya, Tanzania, Zambia, Malawi, Mozambique, all the way to South Africa; and witness all our, probably drug fueled as they involve Dave, adventures.
My aim is very similar to Cecil Rhodes', I want the entire map of Africa to be pink....well its more of a red colour actually, but you get the idea.
Daves gone for a bit....join me!
Well I have recovered all but 3, which is still highly, highly, highly annoying....especially as they were my oldest ones and due to alcohol fuelled binges I can barely remember them....just kidding but still annoying..... will update end of my trip (well from June) when i get back...at some point
... read moreAs they pictures paint a thousand words, and as at this point I can't be assed (or actually afford) to write up my blog I am going to publish the relevant pages with pictures only....then leave all you fans wondering about the stories behind them until I get home and spend a day updating them with stories...after I have updated my journal to remind myself what has actually happened...I look at some of these pictures and thought...what the hell!
... read moreJust to let everyone know where I am, and that (more importantly.....in some peoples priorities...ok only my priorities) that I am still alive. Blogs for Malawi, Mozambique, Zimbabwe, Johannesburg and Pretoria, and Uganda will follow....probably in the next few days....more likely when I get home as I am 21 days behind in my Journal. Love Matt
... read moreFirstly I start this blog with an Obiturary...of sorts. Today marks the end of whatever relationship Tati and myself still had; in retrospect giving the girl the address of the travelblog on which I detail my conquests and attempted conquests wasn't a great idea. Annoyingly Tati's defection from my list of subscribers has also cut my number of female subsribers in half...which is a blessing in disguise as I believe it is that particular sex which would find more sympathy with Tati, and far more fault with my actions. This is a hint that I expect messages expressing sympathy and bewilderment, at Tati thinking I have done any wrong, from my male readers lol Anyway on with the story. After seeing Anne off, my train stood at Tabora well passed the 9am departure time I was
... read moreOk it has been quite a short time since I updated my blog....just over a week...but still there is quite a lot to tell. On the bus from Mombasa, to Dar, (which by the way was driven by a crazy man....any man who races another bus by attempting to pass it on a two lane road with incoming traffic in site is a crazy man) I met a really cool local guy...from a rich family....called Amer; I was invited hunting with him and his friends near Morogoro if I had time...and at the time I was deadly serious when I said I would try to find time...as it sounded really cool. Besides which famous African Explorer hasn't shot a bit of game on his trips. Anyway I arrived in Dar es Salaam in the early evening
... read moreWell my last few days in Moshi were fairly odd....a lot of unexpected happenings. Firstly, after having a day to myself in which I travelled to Marangu, stayed their to long to get a minibus back, and had a mini adventure travelling to and fro until I finally arrived back at the Honey Badger turnoff...from where I had to walk 2km in the pitch black, a particularily scary walk as the lady sat next to me on my final minibus journey had warned me 'Mzungu's get robbed in the dark'....anyway I made it back safely, much to the amusement of the others who had said 'If he's alright he'll get back, if he's dead he won't' and so had decided to drinka nd play pool rather than search for me...mullets. All wasn't jovial though as I
... read moreWell, finally, after nearly a week of waiting (for the others.....1 1/2 weeks for me) I left Addis; it was actually a sad moment, I had grown to like that city and the habits I had got into there. My final days in the city were quite fun though, going out every night to the plenthora of bars on the Piazza, teaching the others (David (Beats), Dave, and Tania) Irish Snap...the proceeding to play it in the middle of a seedy little bar in a dodgy part of the Merkato, drinking proper Tej...which made Tania sick...then getting charged 8Birr just because Beats took a picture (we got them back though, snapping away happily as we left), watching Top Gun and Dave singing along to 'Highway to the Danger Zone', and many other things I can't remember.
... read moreWell the plan was for us (Tati and myself) to be ready and leave at 7-30 to get a minibus to Gondar, so that we could do some stuff that day; 'knock knock'......'KNOCK KNOCK"...it's 7-45 and Tati is pounding at my door to wake me up. 'Bugger'. Eventually I scrape myself out of bed, get dressed, and find Tati talking to the hotel manager and Daniel (who I forgot to mention in my last blog, he's a self trained comedian who basically does impressions of different Nationalities abilities to speak English...he is quite entertaining). After breakfast, and Tati saying goodbye to the hundreds of staff she had befriended we were off to the bus station; luckily for me we got caught half way there (lucky for me as Bob is very heavy) by a tout, and
... read more Before I start this blog, I have noticed that in my other two there is one serious ommision....Ferenji fever. With the exception of Addis my days have been filled by little children, and some adults in rural areas, shouting 'You You!...Ferenji' at me, with some of the more enterprising adding 'Give me money'. I try to handle it with poise and good grace, but it is fucking hard...as (unknowingly admittedly) these bastards are just so fucking rude. Also what in god names makes someone shout out what the see (apart from that funny disease I can't spell and therefore won;t mention; I mean shouting 'Ferenji' every time you see a white person is like me shouting 'Mailbox', 'Car', 'Cat'...grrrr....anyway.... Well as you read in my last blog I left Addis, and Tatjana, heartbroken; knowing she
... read more Well, I'm not dead....yes I can hear the disappointed groans (from Fordy more than likely); I have just being very very lazy. So finally I am going to write this....oh god, nearly 30 days...this is going to cost me so much (internet is 25cents a minute which equates to....almost 1.5p). I am going to split this mammoth task into stages....Addis + Bahar Dar, Gondar + Addis, and Laibela, Axum, + (you guessed it) Addis; hopefully I will have all 3 done before I leave for Kenya...actually thats not very likely...but heres the first bit anyway. Pictures will follow when the internet isn't suicidally slow. Well I left Cairo after getting fairly hammered the previous night at the incredibly expensive Grand Hyatt Hotel, with James, Marius, and the Aussie guy who's name I forget but who
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