Krokovango
It has finally happened. We’ve met another cyclist who’s going the same way as us at the same time. Léo is 22 years old and …
It has finally happened. We’ve met another cyclist who’s going the same way as us at the same time. Léo is 22 years old and …
The smell of meat frying in butter is wafting through the communal kitchen. We are busy chopping a mountain of vegetables for the potije (a …
The engines are revving, cameras at the ready, expectant looks are exchanged. The guides give some last words of warning. Then the hunt is on! …
We scrub the last traces of ash from our clothes. Our bodies still feel sore from lugging buckets of water around the night before. It’s …
The wind is coming from the wrong direction. Last week we cruised along at 25km/h. Now it’s back to the usual 15km/h and we really …
We’re off to an exiting start on our excursion to the west of Zambia. It’s 8am and the guys on the streets of Lusaka are …
Sauron and Chewy are fighting again. We have a hard time mediating between the two campsite dogs as they hash it out over who has …
Olive’s back wheel shimmers in the morning light. Its brand new rim from an African bike manufacturer is designed to carry more than 100kg. We’ve …
Spring is springing in Southern Africa. Here this means an odd contrast between peak dry season drought/bushfires and iridescent shades of purple, pink, yellow and …
Once upon a time, far far in the eastern highlands of the kingdom of Zim, there was a little farm. It had geese and chickens …