Friday, July 08, 2005

Boulder 7/8

Okay so I'm back in the states and working on putting a slide show together. Once I'm done with that I will host a gathering for food drinks and photos. After that I'll post the slideshow online with little descriptions etc so that all you non-local types can partake in the memories. I hope you enjoyed reading about my little adventures. If you have any questions just post them in comment and I will do my best to answer them.
Walker

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Cape Town 7/3

"Everyone gets what they want. I wanted a mission, and for my sins they gave me one."
--Captain Willard Apocalypse Now 1979

When I first came to africa I wanted an adventure, and that exactly what I got. After leaving Liza in Lusaka I travelled by bus to Livingstone where I hung out for a few days. For those of you who aren't familiar I was planning to journey back to cape town by way of an overland truck I had contacted over a month ago. I called the owner of the company about once a week to make sure he hadn't forgotten about me. Fast foreward to June 29th, I called him and he casually mentioned that the truck might be leaving the afternoon of the 30th instead of July 2nd like he told me previously. I must say I was a bit alarmed but not freaked out cause getting down to the town of vic falls by afternoon is no problem. I was supposed to meet the truck a small place called Inyathi Lodge. I took the first shuttle to the Victoria Falla national park in the morning with all my gear. Stashed it in a visitor center and went into the park. I took loads of pictures some video and generally putzed around meandering through the rainforest below and the savannah above the falls. With plenty of time to spare I went back to the center grabbed my bag and proceeded to make my exodus from Zambia. The walk from Zambia to Zimbabwe was perhaps the longest no-man's land I have ever come across and it took me a while to walk it but no biggie. I walked through the town to the arranged meeting place where upon I was informed that the overland truck had left at aproximately 4am that morning. After first laughing maniacaly for a few minutes I thanked the manager for his time and walked back out and into Victoria Falls. Because of the current political and economic situation of Zimbabwe the possibility of finding a bus to South Africa was slim so i decided to hoof it to Botswana a nice 70 klicks away. I decided to walk because the taxi drivers were offering to take me there for 200 Rand and when I said that was too much they said, "hey you're American, you have plenty of money." I responded with some very unkind words about the lack of fuel and how his taxi service was going to run dry etc etc. About 6 km down that sun baked, dust parched, misreble stretch of asphalt they called a highway I discoveredthat perhaps stocking up on food and water back in Livingstone wasn't the best idea as I was now carrying 5L of water and food for a few days. That combined with the stuff Liza wanted to send home made for a nice full and very heavy pack. I stopped outside a primary school to wait for the parents to come pick their children up and perhaps I could hitch a ride. So I put out my thumb and about an hour later a car with 4 people stopped in front on their way to Kasane, Botswana. I was lucky that they stopped in front of me cause as soon as I started thumbing a few people moved up the road from me and did likewise. Unoriginal bastards. Anyhow we made our way west dodging baboons, monkeys, and yes, Elephant. Elephants don't bother walking around dense thickets, they simply crash straight through it. After going through imigration in Botswana I was dropped off at a bus stop with instructions to catch a bus to francis town, because from there I could easily catch a bus for joburg and from there to cape town. The forseen night in Francistown was going to be interesting as someone had snaked both of my lonely planets, and the book was looking foreward to reading A History of Warfare by John keegan, an author I have read before and admire. I asked a gentleman at the bus stop when the next bus would be passing through and he said tomorrow (the 1st of july).

Things were seriously starting to look a little bleak, but then I remembered a truck I had seen at a gas station about 1km up the road. Gathering my things I said good bye to the chaps I had conversed with and moved off with a chorus of snickers behind me. As I approached the gas station such a beautiful sight beheld mine eyes. There stood a green overland truck. Of course not the one I was looking for, and yes they were going to Cape Town, yes they could take me along. I could have hugged the man. Anyway alls well that ends well. I'm back in cape town and am enjoying myself. Climbed table mountain today by way of a difficult route. Tomorrow I plan on going on a wine tour, then on tuesday go to the botanical gardens and teusday night I fly to london. I'm coming home. I hope you all have enjoyed this blob. I'll write more when I know about plans for a party for pictures and food.

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.