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Travel Diary - 2003
5 January | Senegal
22 January |Gambia
18 January |Guinea
9 February | Mali
22 February | Burkina Faso
3 March | Ghana
19 March | Togo
20 March | Benin
25 March | Niger
12 April | Chad
15 April | Cameroon
16 April | Nigeria
30 April | Congo
24 May | RDC
31 May | Angola
5 June | Namibia
27 June | South Africa
30 August | Lesotho
10 September | Swaziland
9 October | Botswana
17 October | Namibia
19 October |
29 October | Malawi
4 November |Mozambique
16 November | Tanzania
12 December | Rwanda
16 December | RDC
18 December | Uganda
24 December | Kenya

Travel Diary - 2004
9 January | Ethiopia
6 February | Sudan
21 February | Saudi Arabia
23 February | Jordan
3 March | Syria
5 March | Turkey
12 March | Greece
21 March | ...And Home


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17 months, 43 countries, and 2 vehicles


Time for the Beach

Malawi is a seriously laid back sort of place. It has a reputation for friendly people, perfect beaches, and also Malwi Gold which managed to elude me although I tried all the other local beers. Our first port of call was the capital, Lilongwe, which has little to offer the traveller except for an excellent travellers’ rest at Kiboko Camp, where you find genuine overlanders with stories of their travels to distant lands etc. etc., and who also knew which bars to drag me too, and also how to pour enough beer down my neck to ensure that I suffered a 7-0 whitewash in a game of pool for the first time in my life. At least I was wearing clean underwear.

Laura and Penny had booked a diving course for the following week at Nkhata bay, so they decided to come down to Cape Maclear for the weekend – getting there was an ordeal as the road building programme is in a fair amount of disarray, but we managed eventually to bounce our way to the Fat Monkey, to the absolute glee of the local mossie population.

Lake Malawi is one of those very special places which can exert a strong hold on the passing traveller – I was hard put to focus on the impending rains on the coast, and very nearly signed up for a nitrox course with Glenn Campbell who runs Scuba Shack, an excellent PADI dive centre. Will power prevailed, and after a couple of dives, and a relaxing weekend, I folded up my tent and left, via of course the renowned Chembe Lodge who just happened to offer a generator, cold beer, and DSTV at exactly the same time as England crushed Uruguay 111-13. Coincidence? You must be kidding.


So here I am in Blantyre at another great little haven, Doogles, where I’m sadly captivated by my first ADSL connection since Cape Town, and find myself sitting at a keyboard all day when there are perfectly good beaches waiting for me in Mozambique. Hmmm… Time to move East…