The whim of a dictator

Africa » Zimbabwe » Harare
November 27th 2006

Published: January 11th 2007

One by one the big overland truck companies arrived. To the chorus of the Soft-Rock band Toto’s “Africa” the trucks would park, open their doors and - like if someone had opened a tap - emptying its content of party-longing-tourists in yet another place to spend their greenbacks. Some pitch their tents - others head straight to the bar. The Victoria Falls. A guaranteed stopover on every t... Read Full Entry

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Toiling for Onions

A woman in the fields at Siabuwa

A golden Gift

Gift Sibanda worked selling groceries in Gokwe and was stranded with all the "other" people in Siabuwa. His parents must have been very thankful when he was about to be named. Siabuwa

On a root level

A full day lazing in the gardens was just what we needed. The entrance was 0.06 US$ a bargain.Harare Botanic Garden.

Off the beaten track

The Faith church isn't exactly swarmed with christian souls. Nowadays the cermons are held by ghosts.Kamativi.

Desolate

Dry, arid, vast and wonderful. getting closer to Binga.

Cute kids

These two small demons ran around in our guesthouse from early morning to late evening laughing and playing. Loud. very funny kids. Their mother came from Zambia but had staid in the guesthouse for a year. Harare.

Tall necked friend

My birthday giraffe. Harare.

Kariba

The petrified forest stands tall from the lake. Along the lakeshores flooded dead trees rise. Binga.

Mother

A kind mother that's left in the ghost town Kamativi.

Brown, White and Blue

A happy camper in Binga at the municpal camp ground next to the hotsprings in Binga.

Down by the stream

Some kids from Sinanpande that were swimming in the dirty stream, Siabuwa.

Concrete lines

Sovietskaya, Harare.

Well maintained

Cosy (?) Trainstation, Harare.

A clear message

Someone need to pay better attention. Downtown Harare.

Rolemodel

As usual telling lies to the kids. And them being excited to get lies straight from the horse's mouth. Our kitchen Harare.

The constant stalker

That weird fella' again, doing some of his classical party tricks; the pretending to be swallowed by a croc skeleton always work.. Binga.

11th January 2007

Marcoelitaliano
Marco Daprile

Wow!
Great, great pictures Bobbie! are you a professional photographer by any chance? if not, you should seriously consider the idea. I agree 100% with you about the organized overland tours mostly loaded with people which only interest in the visited places is to discover new brands of beer. That happens in Africa and everywhere else in the world, unfortunately. Marco PS: Were you succesful in convincing the old brit at Vic falls to try his "luck" with alternative suicidal means? Which one did he finally chose? :-)

14th January 2007

helena
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impressed
maaan bobbie! the pic is way cool... u so know how to get the feeling into it. love it! ni är bäst i världen. keep up the good spirit

17th January 2007

Chelsie
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Hi Bobby Still loving your blog and travel photos, thanks for sending me. Take care

19th January 2007

Christian
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Hej Boobie Vill bara att ni ska veta att vi följer er resa med nöje¨ Christian, Marcela, Casper 4 years old. Tiden går (silverräven)

24th January 2007

John Frederick
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Great stories
Bobbie--I just stumbled across your blog and wish that I didn't have to get some work done in the office--been on your blog for over an hour and have enjoyed all of the stories and pictures--very well done. I'll be back on your sight soon and may email you also.Keep up the great work and have fun and be carefull.God Bless--John johnfred54@yahoo.com

11th February 2007

kärra pärra
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å-å-å-å-åttitrree
Ojojoj. Det är ju himla mycket ni har varit med om och har sett. Snart fyller man 30 och har inte varit söder om polen. aaaa. Jag kommer aldrig se en tiondel av vad ni har sett. Fast idag såg jag en koltrast som satt och frös under en buske. Den var snel. Varför drog han inte till afrika han också liksom? Han har ju vingar. Kan man odla vingar på sig själv? Det är kallt i Sverige. Men det är hemligt.

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