It is my first time at the Chaniana Harbor. The atmosphere is different from the other villages in the rural area of Kafue, there is a thriving fish market, women with interwoven mats on the ground full of small fish which the sun is drying and bags full of ice and fresh fish, and boats, the majority made out of wood with a traditional shape others out of more modern resins berthed at the bank of the Chaniania River, the fluvial basin of the Kafue River. Continue reading
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With internet Wi-Fi in the bedroom, the shorts and socks which did not dry at all during the night, and the temptation to take a day off to see the match of Italy it was not easy, and possible, to leave at a dignified time the hotel for bored expatriates and yuppie Tanzanians where I was. Continue reading
I have always thought of the good wish ‘Safe journey’, ‘Mwende bwino’ in Zambia and ‘Safari Njema’ in Tanzania, as an excess of courtesy or something said for habit, which makes no difference , in the past few days I am changing my mind … Continue reading
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I have the arms of Mr. Muscle, but not its smell. In this stage the arms were tried to the limit! The road, a part from the first 15 km, has everything a cyclist would not want to find, a confused orgy of sand, rocks, wet soil which lurks itself between the mud guard and the wheel, Continue reading
Kafue S 15° 77,758’ E 28° 18,149’
A week has passed since we bid Matteo farewell at the border between Zambia and Malawi in Mqocha, the videos filmed by the ‘troupe’ (Sydney and I) will be edited and will become a short movie of the first week of the ride through Zambia. Continue reading
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Iringa is on the top of a summit which you reach after a big uphill of a couple of kilometers, after you turn left on the main road going to Dar es Salaam. It used to be a German stronghold, that is maybe why at the pub 255 where I saw the match everybody was cheering Italy and super Mario. Continue reading
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My friend the wind is back! I think it is the same wind which accompanied me in the first stages in Zambia, as a matter of fact I am proceeding in the same direction, I am scared that this wind which blows from East to West, will haunt me until I will start heading North in Kenya. Today it was very strong and with no truce for the first 60 km until Mukambako, then I went up to the 1800 m of Nyororo. Continue reading
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“Good morning” says a child on the side of the road. Too bad it is 4 in the afternoon. I do not know why since the end of Malawi “Good morning” is the most common greeting at any time of the day. A child of about 10 year old told me: “Good morning Teacher”, I answered “Good afternoon. How are you?” and him “Thank you, Teacher” … Continue reading
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What could these giant red X painted with a shaky handy on many houses, schools, shops and sign posts be? Continue reading
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I find myself in Songwe at the Ulemu Guest House, the power had gone before I arrived and it still has not come back, I had dinner in a disco-penny arcade-restaurant, where there is a television, but I could not hear a thing because the noise of the generator rose above everything, even the music. Continue reading
