Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Livingstone 6/29

Arrived here by bus last night at about 10pm. I spent most of today just figuring out my traveling plans for going back to cape town. I called the tour company who's truck I am hitching a ride on heading back to Cape town and I was informed that the truck might be leaving tomorrow. That being said Tomorrow I'm going to visit the falls then cross over into Zimbabwe again. I have a visa so I should get no beef. The next few days I will be heading through botswana so I will be out of communications until Cape Town and even then I might not get online. This afternoon I was in the Livingstone museum, all I can say is that I payed 4 bucks to see a whole lot of nonsense. Meh. Bitter, but I finally figured out one of my adapters will work here, all it requires is a matchstick in the right spot. Woot go me. peace.

Monday, June 27, 2005

Lusaka 6/26

Yeah I know I'm still here and it's been almost two weeks. It really has flown by. Today I got a ride into town so i could buy my ticket for the bus to Livingstone. Yesterday I went to a ranch owned by yet another dutch person, there are hordes in and around Lusaka. I swear we have met them all. The ranch raises primarily cattle and sheep but there are small game there as well. We saw Kudu(sic?), both male an female, the males have amazing antlers which spiralas they ascend. I managed to get some kudu hair, it was a long run but I just out distanced it. As for the rest of the ranch I took some great video/pics. I must confess I am seriously ignorant for all things agricultural. BTW just kidding about chassing the kudu down, I got the hair off a fence. The owner kept small area where the cattle could not enter for watering holes and salt. Gotta run probably write from livingstone but we'll see I have about a week left, and a good chunk of that is travelling. Peace.
W.

Monday, June 20, 2005

Luska 6/20

Yup I'm still in Lusaka but my outlook has changed. I am writing this from a school where I am chillin for the day. I met up with Liza at the backpackers and a teacher, Julian, she met while studying at Chimfuze, the chimpanze orphanage, is putting us up for the next week. At first we were staying at her brothers place. His place is just outside of town on an incredible 4-6 acres, the main house is still under construction but it looks amazing. I shot a lot of video using the digital camera so hopefully that will look good when it's on computer. We spent the afternoon (saturday) relaxing by the pool, then in the evening we went to a party at the ministry of Agriculture. At the party we were socializing with all manner of local folks, well they live here but most weren't born here, including the 1st secretary of the Swedish embassy. Julian's brother Harry is the operations manager at a tobacco processing plant. Liza and I got the grand tour which was quite fascinating. Since Zimbabwe is on the decline, and judging from the discussions I've been having with various people the worst is yet to come, tobacco refining is a growing industry. The school where I am is a total of about 500 students with grades ranging from 1st through 12th. It is exam week now so there isn't much for us to do. I've been reading Tim obrian The Things They Carried, he is an amazing author. Yesterday we went to a party with mostly staff from the school. I watched a small portion of a Cricket match and had the rules explained to me. My new goal is to introduce cricket to boulder and try to get a team together. The basics, there are 2 teams, 10 men on a team, and when you're in you're out, and when you're out you're in. Glad we got that cleared up. I have been indulging some serious culunary delights, including fried cheese, uber thin pancakes, deep fried sun-dried bananas. Not really traditional Zambian plate but superb non the less. I took pictures of them all so i can attempt to recreate them. The only traditional Zambian dish I have had is Shima(sic?), white maze eaten by hand, and boiled cabbage. Actually quite tastey. Dad if you go to Liquer mart check for Mosi or Castle, both are lagers. Mosi is zambian and Castle is South African, I was thinking about having a party and serving beer and food that I have sampled on my travels. We'll see. Take care and I'll see you before long. I think I'll be in Lusaka about another week then down to Livingstone to see Victoria Falls.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Lusaka 6/16

Okay so here's the nitty gritty about overland travel in southern Africa. It took me 27 hours on a bus with less leg room than the back row of an airplane. As we approached the Zimbabwe border from South Africa I asked the driver of the bus aproximately how much a transit visa through Zimbabwe would cost. He said about $150 US. I was shocked and probably the most scared I have ever been in my life. It was around 9pm and I flat out didn't have $150 bucks to spend on a visa for a country where I would be for less that 10 hours. I have a very active imagination and the closer we got to the border the more i was freaking out. I was sweating profusly and I felt nausous. I thought that not only was I not going to get to Zambia I was either going to be dumped in some horrid cell with 200 other people in Zimbabwe or just be refused entry which would put me at the border hundreds of kilometers away from anywhere I would want to be, at 9 pm in the evening. I ended up getting a double entry visa for Zimbabwe so when I arive in Vic Falls I don't have to pay alot more for another entry. it cost me less than $40. So feeling alittle foolish I crossed through the checkpoint and waited to reload the bus. Four Tanzanian guys had purchased I would aprox 4 tons of apples in SA and knowing that the zim customs guys would confiscate it, on the SA side of the border we had to unload all the bags from the trailer on the bus stuff all the bags into the minute cargo spot on the bus and reload the trailer with the apples. Supposedly if a vehicle is passing through they can declare the container "sealed" in which case it cannot be openned in transit to it's destination country. More to come on the apples. We arivved in Harare at 2 AM and I must say it was the cleanest city I have seen in a long time, it was very well lit, and as far as basic infrastructure goes seemed to be a solid 9/10. That being said we were dropped off at the equivilent of a Mcdonalds while the bus went to find a gas station that actually had gas, most of them are bone dry. The streets on the way in were so well lit that I could see straight into many of the shops, there were many deli style shops and yet absolutly none of them had any food. Zimbabwe used to have one of the fastest growing economies in the world. Now not only is its economy declining sharply, it is the fastest falling economy ever! Finally the bus got fuel and we continued on. I was feeling just dandy until we arrived at the Zim/Zambia border. Leaving Zimbabwe was no problem whatsoever, but entering Zambia was another story all together. I got taken to the cleaners by the border officail who forced me to change my South Africa Rand to Kwatcha (Zambian currancy) then to US dollars to buy my visa. At first he flat out denied me a visa, and it wasn't until after I pulled out my lonely planet which states that they do offer visas at the border. Because I had to change currancy twice it ended up costing me about $55 to buy $40. I mentally cursed him/the foreign exchange guys and anyone else I thought to be a party to the act. I won't post what was going through my head, but if you're really interested I will tell you when I get back stateside. So I got my bag and proceeded through the checkpoint. The bus was fully unloaded then driven through the checkpoint. each of the crates of apples had to be carried by hand through the checkpoint, and redeposted in the bus. It took two hours to finish that, meanwhile me in long pants was sitting in the blazing sun, about 10 AM now, and at least 90 degree, trying to gaurd my baggage by giving looks of death to anyone who passed within striking distance of me. No sleep and bastard border officials make walker a cranky boy. After clearing Immigration and customs we proceeded to Lusaka after climbing what is called "danger hill" All the roads here are leveled and graded by hand with predicable results. This hill really is too steep for trucks laded like 99% of them here. Often trucks on this hill even in 1st gear will just start rolling backwards. The bus had no problem but we passed the wreckage of many a semi that just didnt have the juice to make it up. After the apex of the hill, we moved down the hill at an alarming rate which after hitting one divot at mach loony I was convinced we lost an axel, we arrived in Lusaka about 2 in the afternoon. I have been a few days now and am stagnating. Liza is supposed to show up here tomorrow. and if she does I think I may volunteer at the same school she is for a few days. Otherwise I will blitz down to Livingstone for more adventure. After Livingstone I will pick up an empty overland truck and shoot back to Cape Town for one night then my departure back home. Keep it real I'll probably post something soon. If you're really bored check the conversion from US dollars to Kwacha, I am carrying a wallet full of money and it's worth absolut bolox, to use the british slang.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Johannesburg 6/12

I have now been here for just over 36 hours and am making arrangements to leave asap. Though joburg isn't near as bad as what all the guide books make it out to be it isn't my type of place. I went to the Apartheid museum yesterday, in all my schooling we never learned much about Africa. Sure we learned about african geography and a little about ancient Egypt, but I can't recall ever looking at contemporary politics. The system of apartheid was formally introduced in the 40's and lasted until 1993. The shear brutality and insensibility of the doctrine is overwhelming. The amount of people that died when the government all but fell apart in the 90s also blew my mind, I never heard a thing about this in any class I ever took. The saddest part about it is that I think I knew more about apartheid from Lethal Weapon 2 than from any other source. At the museum, the introduction started out as what I would consider mildly racist against white people. Not the information persa but how it was put forth, that being said I'm surprised there wasn't more of a backlash against the whites. I guess I would have expected something more akin to Zimbabwe's stripping of land from white farmers. Furthur on in the museum it detailed the various anti aparthied movements for example the ANC and PAC, both of which formed militant wings after being declared illegal, Mandela was trained in sabatoge while working with the ANC. In a BBC interview which was shown at the museum on loop, Mandela says that non-violent protests cannot win and that violence must be used, but only in destroying property not harming anyone personally. Possibly one of the most memorable exhibits was a bank of 3 large screen projections of video shot during the early 90's of thousands of Zulu marching/dancing in the streets with traditional zulu weapons, the neo-fascist AWB strutting around in black and practicing mounted manuvers from both horses and vehicles. The museum really hits to the core of a person, at the beginning you purchase a ticket an are handed an ID, you give the ID to a security guard at the start of the museum and the group will probably be split up into "Whites" and "Non-Whites" for a taste of Apartheid. On a whole it was very similar to the Martin Luther King Museum in Memphis.

As for the hostel, Diamond Diggers, I am not impressed. By far the largest of any I have stayed in thus far the listed amenities include a gym, sauna, hot tub and 3 kitchens. Sounds all peaches and cream huh? The hot tub is drained, the sauna goes up to perhaps 85 degrees farhenhiet, and when I braved a run through the alley in naught but my board shorts and room key I was mightily disappointed. This was only made worse when i went for a shower afterward and found that when I turned the handles in stall one the water came out in stall 2, ask me not how this happend because I'm still utterly mystified. Finally I found a shower in another building in which the handles made water come out. I won't even try to say the water was warm, but whatever a shower is a shower no matter how short. I have mentioned this before, but the seemingly subservant attitude of the black workers in the hostels is amazing, here especially. A black gentleman was cooking his dinner the other night and asked if I had any salt I could spare I said sure and handed over my shaker. After i finished dinner I came back in and found he had cleaned all my dishes. Quite strange cause I pick up after myself and when people dot on my I feel uncomfortable. Then again last night I came in ready to cook my dinner and found that he was using the stove cooking his own dinner, no biggie I thought I'll come back. He started to remove his pots from the stove so that I could cook. Finally, after some serious discussion I convinced him to finish cooking then I would cook my own food. Of all the things I expected in South Africa to remove me from my comfort zone, a battle to force someone to finish his own dinner before me was not on my list. I'm serisouly starting to get the heebiejeebies. I've seen poverty before but not so close to nice stuff. For example in mexico there is usually a buffer zone or for lack a better description slow degridation of living areas. Yesterday there was a very heavy fog all around joburg and as I sat in the dinning room drinking my tea for the morning I watched someone just accross the road in an abandoned house huddled next to a fire for warmth. I'm talking less than 100ft from where I was, and yet on either side of that area were nice looking houses. Of course those houses like the hostel compound are ringed with either multi-level razor wire, think checkpoint charlie, or electric fences. Seriously whoever makes that rolled razor wire is a billionare from SA alone.

I've been reading up on Zambia and the more I read the more I am intrigued. originally I was planning on only spending a week there but I need to leave SA. Okay I'm off to go buy a phone card to make some plans about travelling and then my return trip to cape town. And yes Scott you can use any of what i write in emails on the website or whatever. If you like instead of having to copy it all you can just post a link to my blog. Whatever is easiest. When I head to Zambia I will probably be out of contact for perhaps the rest of my journey. I'm not sure about that but if this is my last one until cape town yes I'm probably still alive and making a nuisance, just out of comms. I'll try to post something from Lusaka though. hey mom i think we need to get a map of southern africa, not just South Africa cause I'm going furthur than I thought. Au revior.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Joburg 6/11

Wow okay so it's been a little while, sorry about that. lets see what has happend. After coffee bay I went to Durban, where I had a forced layover due to the Baz Bus schedule. I spent two nights there, and on my day in between I went to the victoria market which happend to be right in the area the hostel manager said not to go. I think her suspicions were unwarranted because although there were a lot of people I didn't feel threatened at all. That being said there were a few security gaurds standing outside shops holding shotguns while strapping enough ammo on bandoliers to incite a central american revolution. My interest in the victoria market was solely culinary, as I had heard Durban is the place to be for curry. The new additions to my pack are now half a kilo of red curry, and half a kilo of "rice spice" not sure what's in it but it tastes great. After visiting the market I and a fellow traveller signed up for a tour of the surrounding area, our guide was a crocadile hunter lookalike and with his South African accent I just started laughing. The tour consisted of going to a traditional "zulu" village where we learned about some zulu rituals, we watched some dancing, I have a little video and then two audio recordings of it, man I love my camera. After the village we headed to a crocadile breeding farm, some of the facts we learned absolutly blew my mind. For one crocs, and I would assume alligators as well, are natural hunters of humans, other animals might atack humans out of desperation, or mistake but to crocs we are food. One of the resident crocs was junior, a 100 year-old, 4 meter long, seriously ugly croc. not something you would want to run into during a paddle up some river. The breeding facility also had a few snake exhibits, and I must say is the only place I've ever visited, where Boas anacondas, and pythons rate a smiley face on the lethality scale. The spitting cobra, boomslang (a really cool snake), black mamba and many others rated much higher. Black mambas can stand up 2/3s of their height so a lot of the bites will be around neck and chest level as they are striking down, pretty sweet. That evening which I beleive was 6th or 7th, I fixed curry for the first time in my life, using a base of milk and butter I stewed in ostrich meat, simmered that for a while then served it over rice with the rice spice. Just a thought perhaps the reason I didn't get hasseled going to the victoria market was because I attempted to shave in a bathroom with no mirror and I looked like I had the mange. The next morning I set out for north drackensburg. on the favorite places scale drackensburg and Hogsback are neck and neck. The drive from durban to DG took me through savannahs running for miles broken only by the odd accacia tree. The grasses are over 6 feet high in places and when a breeze stirs them it looks like a golden ocean. I went on some great hikes the first being only 18km but I ate my lunch with my legs dangling off a 1km drop. That's over half a mile. The views were fantastic. on that same hike we visited the highest waterfall in africa, the second highest in the world, thought it being winter here the fall was naught but a trickle, so I purchased a postcard of it looking superb. The next day i did a 25km hike coming close to the bottom of the falls. The big thing to see there was the Gorge which looks very much like some of the slot canyons in Utah in dimensions and shape. Now I am in Johannesburg, already I can tell a diference just in the type of traveller. The people out in the rural areas are very courteous and in the major urban areas I find myself wishing evil tidings on a good number of others, principaly those who enter the room past midnight and go banging around for a while, then get up 3 times in the night. When I was in cape town my fear was that someone would hit me in the head with a sock full of quarters, but now I feel I should be carrying one to hit people coming in late from the pub. today i plan to purchase my ticket to zambia. Hope all is well with you all.
W.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Transkei 6/3/05

I am currently in Coffee Bay, a place named after a Portuguese shipwreck deposited coffee beans resulting in the plant growing here for a number of years. Coffee Bay is on the Wild Coast in the Transkei Region of South Africa. Transkei was once a so-called homestate for black people under the aparthaid government. I spent most of my day today in a short wetsuit surfing, I finally managed to stand up and very basic manuvering skills. That being said I am exhausted. I came here yesterday evening after most of the day being in transit. I passed by Nelson Mandela's home on the way to Umtata where I caught the shuttle to coffee bay. This is by far the poorest region I have seen thus far on my trip. Most of the people live in mud houses with thatch roofs. 90% of the students don't make it to the equivilant of high school for us in the states. for one year of school it costs about a thousand bucks for one student. Right as I arrived in town some people coerced me into setting out for a sundowner. This sundowner involved driving out to an abandoned golf course, past the former clubhouse and onto what I was told was the 8th green. Heading in we passed a boy who couldn't have weighed more than 80 pounds chasing fully grown cattle. All these cows had to do was breathe on him and he would've gone tumbling off, but they ran as if it was a leopard at their backs.

I spent the past few days in hogsback, a picturesque town in the mountains. 2 days in a row I was up in time to catch the sunrise coming over the mountains. my first afternoon and evening there I did i short hike to the "big tree," rather anti-climactic cause i was expecting a huge tree, but I guess it would've been thus named if that were the case. The day after that two ladies and i climbed the number 2 Hog, I beleive it's about 1,300 meters tall, somewhere thereabouts. We set of to climb Hog 1 but a really bad map and us going way out of the way entised us to shoot for number two. All in all I think it was about 29 kilometers. I managed to bruise something in my left heel, and that has been giving me grief for the past few days. Hogsback is known for it's scenery and waterfalls. Words can't give it due justice, and my pictures probably won't either. The back yard of the hostel ended in a 100 ft cliff leading into dense rainforest. Just in case you can't pick on the fact that I really liked it there. It is my favorite place thus far.

I really like all the comments people have been posting. Mrs. Koch, your comment took a while to decypher, I said that my German had improved but that was from a truely deplorable state. I'll be in Coffee Bay until sunday cause my transportation won't run on saturdays, and I wanted to surf today. I think I'll hike out to the hole in the wall tomorrow and maybe do some cliff jumping. Keep it real, I'm thinking of you all.