Thursday, May 12, 2011

Week 2


Thursday 28th April.
1 week down, 15 to go...

We didnt make it to the camp site last night after all. Farron decided to bush camp about 90kms from Harare instead so that we could put up our tents and start cook group before it got too dark. Cook group made hamburgers, salad and potato salad and I was on clean group, which means it was exactly 1 week into the overland, already! After dinner we sat around the fire and had a few drinks and alex got our guitar out. Jerome also got out his guitar which is looking mighty beat up after 5 months on the truck, and Lars got out his eukalale (??). It was a nice chill night.

We were up at 6am today to leave by 7am and head straight for the Ethiopian Embassy. Once in Harare, Farron drove to where the Embassy was meant to be but it wasnt there so Mark and Benny got in a taxi and used the drivers local knowledge to find it. They caught the same taxi back to the truck with the paperwork we all needed to fill in in order to apply for the visas. Once all the paperwork was filled in and our passports and passport photos were attached we each gave Mark US$20 for the visas and US$2 to cover the costs of the taxi to and from the embassy. Mark and Jan (pronounced Yaan) took all of the money, paperwork and passports back to hand them into the embassy and the rest of us went in search of somewhere to do food shopping for the next two cook groups and anything else we wanted for ourselves.

When we all met back at the truck we found out that the embassy has said that the passports may be ready by tomorrow, but if not it will be tuesday or wednesday before they are ready due to the weekend and public holiday next week. If that happens we might have to get them couriered to Victoria Falls... fingers crossed they are ready tomorrow!

We continued on to Boulder Creek Lodge where we will be spending the next two nights. It was in a pretty secluded location about 20kms from the town and there is no phone or internet. But it is a really pretty spot with a pond, a pool and a bar/restaurant, and we are the only people here so it is pretty cool!

There was the option of dorm rooms for the same price as camping so it was paid for with the local payment and a few people went with that option, Marcus and Fiona upgraded to a bungalow, and the rest of us set up our tents. It started raining and there was a pretty impressive thunder and lightning show and all of the power went out so the rest of the night was by head torches and candel light. Cook group made a yummy pumpkin and squash soup which suited the weather perfectly.I had a pretty late night because I stayed up drinking with Benny, James (Jimmy, aussie), Robin, Jan and James (baby james; BJ; charity bin). Finally to bed and looking forward to a sleep in tomorrow because we dont have to go anywhere!


Friday 29th April.
Lazin' on a friday afternoon.

Woke up at 8.30 today, which after only a week and bit feels like an awesome sleep-in! Cook group had lactose free scrambled eggs for everybody whick was really nice as its the first cooked brekky we've had since Cape Town.

Half of the group were heading into town for the annual arts festival, but we decided to stay back and do a bit of lazing about. There was a game park about a kilometer down the road that we were thinking of walking to with Tony and Sherry but it started raining after lunch and didnt stop all afternoon, so we ended up playing a few games of pool at the bar. We also decided to upgrade to a bungalow for the night which was a pricey US$40 although $12 of that was paid out of local payment kitty which was the cost of camping for the night. It was a nice room right on the pond, but after finding a massive cockroach looking bug in the bed we decided to use our sleeping bags anyway. Regardless, it was nice to spoil ourselves and have a night out of the tent.

I was on cook group with Lars and Wil but Wil had gone into town to see the festival and I told him not to bother coming home because of cook group because Alex was happy to help me cook. I was going to attempt to make apricot chicken, chicken being a bit of a luxury because it is really expensive. I say attempt because I couldnt find some of the ingredients and I only had US$30 to shop for a dinner for 25 people. The chicken we bought the day before was still cold in the esky (thank jebus for ice). I mixed in a heap of veggies and the two tins of apricots I had, the orange and mango juice I used as a substitute for apricot nectar, and a few tablespoons of Janets peach jam. Amazingly, it tasted really good! Everybody loved it and I was told that it was among the top 5 meals of the whole trip, western Africa included! Success is so sweet...
The power finally came back on so we were able to charge our ipod and laptops etc. then early bed. The guys that went into town came home well and truely tanked with thier faces painted as tigers, zebras and butterflies. They said it was an awesome festival and they had a really good time which made me a little jelouse but I was also glad to have done a bit of nothing and save some money in the process.


Saturday 30th April.
Hello Antelope Park.

We left Boulder Creek Lodge at about 8.30am to drive about 300kms to Antelope Park, back towards Botswana, where we would be spending two nights. We had a breezy day driving stopping for cook group shopping and lunch. We got to Antelope Park in the afternoon and couldnt believe how nice the place was. It runs along a really nice river and is such a nice set out. I got really excited when I saw the clean toilet block with... get this.... toilet seats AND toilet paper AND warm running water. Oh, I'm in heavan! Its amazing after only a week and a half how much I have come to appreciate little things like that. I will never again take a toilet seat, or supplied toilet paper for grated!

Once we were all off the truck and enjoying a cold drink, one of the senior managers came over to greet us and it turns out he known our resident Kiwi Mark because he use to be a bartender at Mark's local in Wellington- what a small world.

Matt the manager took us on a tour of the property and showed us where all of the important building were, like the restaurant, the bar, the pool and the laundry building. Then he took us to a small conference room where he told us all about the conservation work the park is doing and thier breed and release program for lions. Then he told us about all of the activities we could do while at Antelope Park. There were so so so many to choose from, a few people opted to do a package deal which had a selection of activities. We chose the three that we most wanted to do. The two most expensive things were the night encounter and the lion walk. On the night encounter you are driven out into the park to try and see a lion chase and/or kill. Outside the park you have a 0.001% chance of seeing a kill, inside the park you have a 30% chance, but at US$95 each it was pretty expensive. The other most expensive thing was the lion walk, where you spend 1.5hours walking through the park with two lions. This option sounded much more interactive, and at US$75 it was a little more affordable too.

After the introduction we had time to grab a beer and set up our tents, then Matt the manager came back so we could put ourselves down for the activities we wanted to do. Those that were doing the night encounter had to be at the 'meet tent' at 6.30pm. Alex and I went and bought some internet time from reception but no one could get it to work. Reception said they were having issues and would get someone to fix it.... bugger....
We had a really nice vegetarian stir-fry for dinner and Alex went down to the river to try fishing. The guys that went on the night encounter came back slightly dissapointed, they didnt get to see any action, but they said it was cool being that close to lions anyway.


Sunday 1st May.
Elephants, lions and more, oh my!...

Woke up at 7.30am today to have a warm shower (sweeeeet) get to the restaurant for the buffet brekky Alex, Mark and I had signed ourselves up for. It was pretty steep at US$12 each, and although it was nice to have a warm cooked brekky it was a bit dissapointing.... they had NO BACON!

At 9.30 we had to be at the meet tent to go on our 1hr elephant ride. Our elephant was a female called Amai, and all four elephants were about 20 years old, not yet breeding age which is around 25 years. Unlike the elephant ride in Thailand where there was a little cabin on top of the elephant, these ones just had a padded mat and thats it. It was great because you were so much closer to the elephant, I could feel its tail bone moving under me and could touch its skin while riding, but at the same time we had to have an iron grip with our legs and anything else we could grab to avoid falling off. Needless to say we were all walking like cowboys for a while after.

At one point Amai stopped to chow into an acacia bush and in doing so wriggled her gigantic arse around and I almost went flying off! I tried to take Alex down with me too apparently. I ended up only having half a leg over her and gripping onto a peice of the padded mat like my life depended on it. It took all my strenght to pull myself back up again. A little while later the elephant handler asked my why I was getting so nervous when Amai made any sudden or drastic movements. What I really wanted to say was "because my life flashed before my eyes before when your elephant tried to kill me", but decided this might be a little bit dramatic so settled for a giggle and a 'dunno'.

Near death experience aside, we had a wonderful time. Perhaps the best bit was after the walk when we were back on solid ground, face to face with the elephants dropping corn down thier truncks and patting thier humongous faces.

After saying goodbye to Amai we walked back to the meet tent to go straight to our next activity- cub viewing. Alex, James and I were taken to the cub enclosure which was a grassy yard at the back of the buildings where the lion managers live. The two little cubs were 2 and 3 months old and were just beautiful. They were so sleepy from thier big day of eating and playing. All i wanted to do was pick them up and give them cuddles and kisses because they were just like live teddy bears. The trainer explained that as hard as it is the lions are trained not to bite and not to sit on people's laps. These are the only two behaviour modifications made and they are so that when they are not so cute ad cuddly and weigh 100kgs more they dont think its a fun game to chew your fingers and jump up on your lap. Makes sense! These two little cubs are part of the breed and release program but wont ever be eligable for release themselves because they have been hand reared by humans, and as such don't have the necessary avoidance instincts they would need to survive. Instead, they will be placed on a huge property where they form thier own pride, have competitive species around and plenty of food to hunt naturally and it will be thier cubs that will be eligable for release. We had such a wonderful time patting and playing with the cubs, it is hard to imagine that these cute as a button babies will grow into fearless muscly hunting animals. Although we did see a glimps of thier potential ferociousness when the bigger one got a little too playful with the handler and drew blood.
After the cub viewing we had a few hours to kill so decided to add another activity in- lion feeding. We were driven to a lion enclosures and the only seperating us from the big bad boys was a little wire fence. It was incredible. The boys next door were making a raket and pacing up and down the fence because they could smell the food. Then when everything was ready the handlers opened the gate at the top of a small hill and about seven lions, all around 8 years old, came bounding down the hill and lunged into the two piles of cow intestine, liver, hooves and other grousome stuff. To witness how powerful they are when its piles of innings you can only imagine what they are like when chasing and killing live prey. They are pure muscle. There was lots of grunting and growling and they dug in. Wow. And only about a meter from our faces. Wow!
Back at camp after that we grabbed a steak roll and then went and hired a canoe. The next two hours we spent cruising up the river and Alex trying to catch a fish. No fish, but when we were almost back to the camp the 4 resident elephants were strolling about and they crossed the river right in front of us. We paddled to the other side to try and get closer to them and enjoyed watching them for a while longer while they rubbed up against trees and ate grass. Getting back to camp we had about 30mins to relax before our afternoon walk with the lions, but then our friends the elephants came to say hello. They walked straight past our camp, it was so cool.

At 4.30 we went back to the meet tent. Fortunate, one of our guides for the walk, gave us all a safety breifing on the do's and dont's of walking with lions and we were each given a wooden stick about the size of a walking stick. This was to be used to point at the lion and say a firm 'no' if they were picking on you or trying to play with you, and they could also be used to put between you and the lion if you didnt want it to rub up against you.

We walked down to the enclosure with Fortunate, two other guides and a volunteer worker and released the lions. Thier names were Meeka and Mara, both female 16 and 16.5 months old. Meeka was a regular walker and when she came out she came straight up to say hello. She rubbed up against my legs like a giant house cat and almost knocked me over. Mara on the other hand had only been at Antelope Park for one month and was still not too keen on walking with big goups of people so she did it at her own pace and only came close to us when she wanted to. She mainly hung back walking through the grass and wandering about. It was so amazing to be able to walk with these animals. Meeka had a habit of taking 10 or 20 paces and then flopping on the floor for a little break. It gave us plenty of oppertunity to get photos with her. At one stage she climbed a tree, with such ease it was incredible. We were also lucky enough to see something quite rare, and not just once but twice.. The first time Meeka caught the smell of a herd of impala across the field, she instantly went into the grass and went into stalk mode, crawling along the ground with tail and ears down. It was incredible to see a lion being a lion and not because her trainer is telling her too, but because she is a lion and this is what she does! Another time, close to the end of the walk Meeka and Mara got onto a small herd of antelope. Mara dissapeared and Meeka went into hunt mode. We actually got to see her try and give chase!!!! Mindblowing! She was far too lazy to put any real effort in and too slow and young even if she was hungry (they were fed the day before and only eat every 5 days), but what a thing to see! We got way more action than the night encounter group did and they were with a group of hungry hunting lions. Brilliant, Amazing. Definatley a highlight for us both.

Back at camp and on a real adrendaline high after our walk with the lions we showed off our photos to those that didnt come and got a cold beer. The rest of the night we enjoyed the kebab and fried rice dinner and Alex caught a decent sized catfish from the river. We still couldnt get the internet to work so we took the vouchers back to reception and got a refund. Antelope Park was such a nice place to stay and with so many amazing things to do, I would absoloutley reccommend it to anyone.


Monday 2nd May.
Happy birthday to me!

I woke up this morning one year older. Thats right, I am now the wise old age of 27. Alex sung me happy birthday as soon as I woke up and then as I walked to the toilet block everyone else sung it to me, already feeling very special!

We took our time packing up our tents and stuff and desperatley searching for th birthday card that mum and dad sent with me. We put it in a 'safe' place along with all of the copies of our passports, immunisations certificates and travel insurance details, but cant find it anywhere. Big time bummer, I was really looking forward to opening the card from mum and dad. At about 9.30 Alex came up to me and said that I need to put the coffee down and follow him immediatley... whats going on?????

He leads me back through the grounds and then points me out to a staff member who comes up to me and asks me to take my scarf off..... whats going on??????????????
Then I am quickly led into...... wait for it...... the CUB ENCLOSURE! Alex says happy birthday and leaves again. The next 20 minutes it was just me, the handler and the two beautiful cubs. Such an amazing present, I cant even express how happy it made me!!!!!

Something tells me this is going to be an amazing birthday!!!

We were on the road again at 10am to make our way towards Victoria Falls. Around lunch time we stopped in a town to get cook group shopping and lunch. Wil, Lars and I were on security group but Wil told me to have the day off so I could go shopping and not have to stay with the truck. When we got back to the truck Mark gave me a bottle of red wine, Benny gave me a huge packet of BACON (!!!!), Sherry, Janet and Carol gave me another bottle of red, Jerome gave me a lollypop and some codeine and Alex gave me the ugliest birthday card I have ever seen, but the most beautiful at the same time!

I found this all so unexpected from people I consider friends, but really havent known for that long. I felt so special! If I could just get on the net to send my family a message It would be perfect, but we are bush camping tonight, so it will have to wait till tomorrow night. Still, Today couldnt get much better!
We stopped for an afternoon pit stop at a local place in the middle of nowhere. There was about 4 locals chillin' out the front and there was music blasting from a speaker so, so, so loud I couldnt hear myself think. We all grabbed an afternoon drink, cold beer for most of us, and then back on the road again. At about 6pm we turned onto a dirt road that looked good for camping.... but got bogged! Thats right, our first of what may turn into may bogging experiences. It took about an hour and a few locals who seem to appear out of thin air to get the truck out, but we did it. It turns out that nice looking bush camp spot was a school, according to one of the local guys so I guess its lucky we got bogged so we didnt camp there. I dont know who would have gotten more of a surprise in the morning, us or the kids!

We drove maybe another 10minutes down the road until Farron saw a nice grassy patch that would be our home for the night. Cook group made baked potatoes with salad and mince meat as toppings and we cooked up half of my bacon for an extra topping. Leigh brought out a cinamon scroll with candles in it for me and everyone sang happy birthday again- never want this day to end! Some time after dinner while we were sitting around the fire 3 locals appeared and said that they were looking for thier cows, thier boys had been playing and the cows had gotten away from them and they thought they might be around this area. An hour or so later they came walking back from the wilderness minus cows, guess they didnt find them.
We were told to be careful if we leave the tents in the middle of the night because we were close to a national park and theres a good chance that big animals might be wandering around, as dangerous as that could be I was secretly hoping something like that would happen- imagine open the tent and be looking at a buffalo or elephant! Cool!


Tuesday 3rd of May.
Your gonna do what off that bridge??...

We were up at 6.30 and on the road by 7.30am. No wandering elephants to be seen but we did wake up to the calling of babboons nearby. Alex found my birthday card from mum and dad and it was so nice to read it, to see thier handwriting all the way on the other side of the world! We arrived at the camp site in Victoria Falls called the rest stop at about 10.30am. After putting up tents I went and had a hot- not just warm, but hot shower (although the see-through curtains were a bit off-putting) and then we walked the 5minutes to the shops. As soon as we stepped out of the campsite grounds there were 5 guys surrounding us trying to sell us money, carvings, bracelets, necklaces- you name it. It was the first time since being in Africa that we were really hasseled, and they followed us all the way to the shops too. Survivng that we grabbed some lunch, Alex got a pizza and I got some chicken. We were both pretty quiet because we were both too busy stressing about what we were meant to be doing today.... bungy jumping.....
We went back to the campsite and sat at the bar for a bit... still not really able to talk, I think at this point Alex had said a total of 5 words all day.

At 1pm we all met up at the truck and started the 2km walk to meet our fate--- I mean to the Victoria Falls bridge. Along the way we saw a Pumba (warthog) and two huge elephants just chomping away a few meters of the footpath. Who needs to pay to get into a national park- just walk the streets of Zimbabwe! Getting to the falls we had to cross the bridge to the other side to sign the indemnity form, crossing from Zimbabwe into 'No Mans Land', which is about a foot wide, and into Zambia. All marked with faded white paint in the middle of the bridge centimeters from where we plan on jumping.

Have I mentioned that we were planning to jump off this bridge???!!! What on earth were we thinking????
We signed our lives away and made our way back to the jump spot on the bridge. By this time we were both repeating "I dont think I can do this, I dont think I can do this", which got more insistent and urgent with every person we saw jump off. Alex was also concerned about his back, and after he saw the jolt that Carrol got at the bottom, he decided not to bungy, and instead just do the gorge swing and the flying fox. My turn came up and I was hustled through the gate onto the platform over the Zambezi River and with Victoria Falls in the background. I was seriously thinking that I was going to pull out at this stage. I thought jumping out of a plane was fun, this was something completley different. The thundering water below probably didnt help. I was strapped in and tied up and the next thing I knew I was standing on the edge of the platform with my toes hanging off. The guy that was holding me from behind, and the very same guy that pushes you to make sure you get some air, told me to let go of the railing. One of my hands managed to let go, but the other was stuck in an iron grip, it took another moment to let go of that side too. Then he started counting down. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1...... BUNGY.

To be honest with you, the rest is a bit of a blur. I remember screaming. I remeber falling. I remember bouncing at the bottom, flying up so fast that I though I was going to hit the underside of the bridge. I remeber falling again. Then flying up again. I remeber flipping so that I was upright and then having to fall again. Then bouncing and bouncing and bouncing. Those in the group that had bungied before said that this one bounced heaps more than any other they had done. It seemed to go on for ever. Finally I found myself with my arms trembling violently, periodically opening my eyes hoping that the moving, bouncing and turning had stopped- but it hadnt.

Then from the distance I heard someone asking me if I was ok. It was the guy who would help me to the top. I gave him the thumbs up, which I suppose was really a thumbs down because I was hanging head first over a torrent of water, but he got the idea. He started to pull me towards him and he started to sing a Bob Marley song.
"Don't worry, about a thing. Cos every little thing, is gonna be alright".
As he helped me into a sitting position and we started being lifted back up to the bridge he put his hand on my shoulder, pointed to the magnificent scenery and kep on singing. It really was magical.
Back on the bridge I had to make my way across the lower level, up a ladder and all the way across the middle level to get back to ground to reach the Zimbabwe side of the bridge.
When I got to the jump point again it was almost Alex's turn to jump. He was hustled through the gate onto the platform, strapped up and shown how to jump. Unlike bungy, he had to hold onto the wire attached to his stomach area and frog jump feet first, face forward. The same guy that gave me a helping hand off the bridge was giving Alex very forceful pushes towards the edge. Twice when Alex got the edge, he managed to take little baby steps backwards. Apparently the guy was giving him very stern instructions the whole time. Then the countdown began. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1..... SWING.

And off he dropped.

Quite a site to see someone you are so close to jump off a perfectly good bridge! Freefalling to the bottom, the swing went into action adn flung him in the seated position across the gorge and then back and forth. Back on solid ground again Andrea was having trouble with the idea of jumping off a bridge, having pulled out at the last second once, so we decided to do the flying fox next before I did my gorge swing and see if it would help her by 'easing' into the idea of jumping off a bridge.

It took about 30mins for us all to be strapped into the correct gear for the flying fox and walk to the place where you do the flying fox, on the Zambia side of the bridge just past the bar- which we stopped at to have a quick beer. The flying fox was really nice. It was a total breeze after what we had just done, and it was a good oppertunity to actually take in some of the beautiful scenery. It was over really quick though, and soon enough I found myself back on the bridge getting strapped up to do the gorge swing.
And then I waited. And waited. And waited.

People kept on turning up to do bungy, which must be easier and quicker to rig up because they all went in front of me. And I waited. Soon it was getting close to 5pm, the sun was starting to set and I was well and truely out of adrendaline. With each passing minute I could feel my energy fading.
Just after 5pm I was told to quickly to my Swing because they wanted to go home. By this time I was on the bridge by myself as well, because everyone else was watching from the bar. I got to the edge of the jump platform, and pulled out.

I just didnt have it in me to gather enough emotional energy at that stage to jump of the bridge again. I was a bit dissapointed, especially because the Swing was the one I was really excited about doing, but it was just too long between jumps, and with them rushing me right at the end after waiting so long.... I just wasnt feeling it.

But ah well, I still bungied! If I had of done the swing while my adrendaline levels were still sufficiently high, it would have been great. Next time.
What am I saying?? There will be no next time! I am really happy that I did the bungy, and I can now tick that off my list of things to do, but i will be happy never to do it again! I'd sky-dive again in a heartbeat, but I think bungy will be a once in a lifetime thing for me! Alex really loved the gorge swing and is quite happy that he didn't do the bungy, and also has no plans to try and do it again. Andrea didnt end up doing either the swing or the bungy, and she was most upset with herself for letting herself get convinced to do it in the first place when she never really wanted to. Mark also didnt do the bungy, pulling out at the last minute feeling much the same as Andrea, but enjoyed his swing that he did tandem with a bungy staff member. Emma, Aileen, BJ, James, Benny, Carol, Robin all did the three things and had a great day.

Getting back to camp at about 6.45pm we had about 10 minutes to get ready for dinner. The vegitarians of the group were going to a restaurant in town, and us carnivours were going to a buffet game restaurant called Bomas. It was a great night. On the way to Bomas we saw Buffalo on the side of the road, and getting to the restaraunt we were all given a traditional robe to were and women had two blue dots painted on thier left cheek and men were given two blue lines. Throughout dinner there was traditional singing and dancing, and at one stage everyone was given a drum to drum along to the music with. Mark got his hair braided and a few of us had our fortunes read with the resident witch doctor. I ws told that I had the strength of a man, that I would be very successful but not yet because I'm not settled enough yet and that without any limitations I could have 4 kids, mainly boys. Alex was told that he would also be successful, but not yet and that without limitations he could have 4 kids, mainly boys. Someone came around to our table and painted our faces. The food was also great. We ate smoked crocodile, ostrich, buffalo, warthog, cudu stew, spingbok, guinea fowl, and a grub/worm thing. The cudu stew and warthog were the favourites. Getting back to camp we were all exhausted from our emotional day and big dinner we went straight to bed and I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.


Wednesday 4th May.
Wonderful Livingstone.

We left the campsite at about 9am and made our way back to the bridge, although this time with no plans of jumping off it. Instead this time we officially crossed the border into Zambia at a cost of US$50 each. There were baboons everywhere, walking along the road, sitting on the curb, cleaning eachother next to cars.
We arrived at Grubbies Grotto in Livingstone not long after as it is only about 12kms from the bridge and this is where we would be staying for 2 nights. Grubbies was small and basic, but nice enough. It had warm running water and a bar, but no internet. It was also an easy 10 minute walk into the town of Livingstone.
I am a really big fan of Zambia. Everyone here is really nice and it is by far the safest I have felt since Cape Town- if anything I feel safer in Zambia than I did in Cape Town. Livingstone was also a really nice town. We walked down to the local pub and grill with James, Benny, Mark and Jan for lunch and got back to Grubbies in time for the 3.30pm pick up for the Sunset Booze Cruise.
What a night!

It got pretty messy pretty quickly. We had a really nice bbq dinner while watching the sunset on the upper Zambezi river, with all you can drink beer, wine and spirits. We saw crocodile swiming next to the boat and we also saw two groups of hippos!

After sunset we kept on drinking and dancing at the bar where the boats live and then we were taken back to Grubbies where we..... wait for it.... kept on drinking.
I dont know what time we went to bed, but I might have to let the photos do the talking, because no one can remeber too much.

Week 1


Wednesday 20th April.
The adventure starts today...

We were up at 6am to get our bags packed into the tiny chartered overland bus, a Nomad company bus. We left at 7am sharp and were on our way to Namibia to pick up our truck. We had an almost smooth and quick border crossing from South Africa into Namibia in the afternoon, almost smooth because the grumpy immigration guy asked Alex if he was part of the crew, something Farron our driver had already told the man that he was the only employee but Alex thought by crew he meant 'team, family, group', so answered with "yeah I'm part of the crew". Nothing too drastic happened but it did take a little while for Alex and Farron to explain to the immigration guy what the confusion was.

We got to the Felix Unite campsite just over the Namibian border at 6.30pm, although we had to put our clocks back an hour so I guess it was really 7.30pm. Having only had short pee breaks and a lunch stop at petrol stations along the way we were all glad to strech our legs. Us newbies got a tent putting upping and a tent taking downing demonstration and then put up our own tents. We also got to finally meet our African Trails truck. It is so much bigger (abour twice the size) of the Nomad's truck and way more comfortable. We have pull down canvas blinds for windows so when it is open you can see everything and we have forward facing seats and inward facing seats, as well as a 'beach' at the back where some of the guys that have come down the west coast have camping chairs up there while we drive. It good to finally meet our home for the next 4 months.

While we were setting up our tents and finding the bar to buy a beer from the cook group started preparing dinner. Let me explain further... Everyone is put into groups of 3 or 4 people, Farron our driver selected the groups this time because he wanted a mix of oldies and newbies in every group as well as splitting up any couples/partners, but he said we can change them around after Victoris Falls in 2 weeks if we want. There are three jobs that need to be done on the truck:- Cooking: which means you are responsible for shopping for and preparing dinner and the following breakfast. Cleaning: which means you are responsble for doing the dishes after dinner and breakfast and loading everything back on the truck. And Security: when on security group it is your groups responsibility to ensure that when in public, say at a supermarket or petrol station, in a town or at a border crossing the truck is never left unattended. It is also the responsibility of the security group to hold the keys to the safe- which we call the 'toilet' so we can refer to it in public ("do you have the keys to the toilet?" sound much less tempting to thiefs than "do you have the keys to the safe?"), and finally when on security you need to ensure that the truck is all buttoned down and locked when everyone goes to bed at night.

Cook group made bangers and mash with baked beans as a sauce for dinner and I was on clean group with Wil and Lars so we did the dishes after dinner. After that Alex and I went back to the bar to have a nightcap and then made our way to our tent for our first night sleeping in the wild. All up we did 600 kilometers driving today.


Thursday 21st April.
The Amazing Race... through Namibia

We were awake at 4.30am and away at 5am. An ugly time of the morning, but we had a massive day of driving ahead of us. Farron explained at dinner last night that we want to fang it through Namibia to our camp site in Botswana so we could have more time there, rather than take it easier on drive days and having less time to do cool stuff at cool places. He also said that today would be the biggest drive day of the whole trip, western Africa included. Crikey. We didnt have breakfast straight away because it was so early so everyone piled onto the truck and fell back to sleep for a while and we stopped along the roadside for breakfast. Breakfast consists of a range of cereal and powdered milk, coffe and tea, sometimes tinned fruit and sometimes bread. It is the cooks groups responsibility to get the food out and clean groups responsibility to clean up afterwards. We had to start our antimalarials today but because we got up so early we didnt take it with food which gave us both a bit of a dodgy tummy for the next few hours. We stopped in a town in Namibia that had a Spars supermarket (Africas answer to Coles or Safeway) and were told to be back in 30mins but it was more like an hour because the cook groups for the next 4 nights had to shop, as well as everyone stocking up on munchy foods for the truck, lunches for the next couple of days, as well as alcohol. Wil, Lars and I are on cook group on Friday so we had to shop for that.

After finally getting moving again we drove, and drove, and drove, and drove. We pulled up at the Tropic of Capricorn sign at about 5pm for a photo op and Farron decided that rather than stop again further down the road we may as well have dinner there. So everything was pulled out of the truck and a small fire was started and cook group began preparing. We had tomatoes diced and marinated in a balsamic dressing and pasta. After a quick clean up by the clean group we were all back on the truck and ready to hit the road again. We knew that it was going to be a late night so Alex and I got our sleeping bags and climbed into them before getting comfy in our seats again, it made it a lot more cozy and easy to sleep especially after dark. After driving, and driving, and some more driving we finally pulled up on a soggy dirt road in the middle of nowhere to set up our first bush camp. By this time it was 11.15pm and everyone was well and truely buggered. We quickly got our tents up, setting them up in single file directly in front of the truck and went straight to bed. All up we did just shy of 1,000 kilometeres driving in one day. Holy crap. It was a long day.


Friday 22nd April.
Donkey Land (a.k.a. Botswana)

We woke up at 6am to have brekky and break down our tents so we could be on the road again by 7am. Everyone was still pretty buggered so most slept on the truck for a while. We reached the Botswana border at 9.15am and it was so busy no one could beleive it. We think the whole of Namibia was going into Botswana for Easter or something. We were through the border an hour and a half later and had to put our clocks forward an hour, making it 11.30am local time.

The difference in the landscape between Namibia and Botswana was instantly noticable. Namibia was very mountainous but very bare, sometimes passing huge sharp mountain ranges made of rock and grey sand as far as the eye could see for hours on end. But then it would change to lush green vegitation for a bit, then to grassy fields, then back to grey sand. There was also very noticable lack of people and animals in Namibia. The entire time we were driving through Namibia we would only see people and animals in the towns and surrounding areas, and I think we only passed 2 or 3 towns.

Botswana on the other hand is flat as far as the eye can see, we didnt see a single mountain. There are also plants, people and animals everywhere. People would be sitting on the side of the road hours from anywhere. And donkeys.... bloody donkeys. They are everywhere. They stand in the middle of the road and no matter how much Farron beeps the horn they only move at the very last moment, if at all, most of the time we have to slow down and go around them. There is also heaps of cows, goats and some horses just cruising around in the middle of nowhere crossing the road. We also saw some wildebeest and warthogs along the side of the road, not long after entering Botswana.

We got the camp site called Sedia Lodge at about 8.30pm and I was on cook group so I started that while Alex put our tent up. For dinner we cooked a spag bol sauce with heaps of vegies mixed through it and rice. It turned out really yummy but it did take ages and the rice was really hard to cook on a fire so it turned out to be really claggy. Apart from the 10pm dinner time and the claggy rice, it was really good though!
After dinner we had a game of beer darts for Eileen's 22nd birthday, where you sit in a circle with a can of beer in front of you and if your beer gets punctured you need to scull it. It was good fun, although a slow drinking game because you throw the dart one by one and with so many people playing, and darts rarely hitting the beers, the drinks were few and far between. This suited us though as we only had two beers and we also had to get up early again to head into the Okavango Delta. We ended up going to bed at about 1.30am.


Saturday 23rd April.
Bautiful Mokoro...

We were up at 6am and being on cook group I had to get the cereals, milk, tea and coffee out for everyone, while our resident fire starter Tony got the fire going. After brekky we had a bit of a rush getting our stuff together for the next 3 days because the only things we would have was what we could carry and this had to include water, cooking utensils, food, alcahol, tents, sleeping mats, chairs and bags and clothes. The transport utes were there to collect us at 8am and we left by 8.30am. Farron, Leigh, Sheri, Tony, Carroll and Jantet stayed behind at Sedia Lodge with the truck.

A short drive through the bush later and we were at the place where we got into the Mokoros and met our Pollers. The mokoro is a traditional canoe like boat that locals use to get through the delta. Originally mokoros were made out of wood, but it takes 80 years for a tree to grow big enough to carve a mokoro out of it and only 5-6 years for the mokoro to rot in the water, so not being very practical or environmentally friendly most mokoros are made out of fiberglass that looks like wood these days. All but two of ours were fiberglass. The pollers are the people thats stand at the back of the mokoro and push it along with a huge.... you guessed it.... pole made out of wood. Getting somewhat comfy in our mokoro, which hold two people plus bags we set off through the delta. It was so peaceful, there was no sound except for the periodic splashing of the poles in the water.

It was so beautiful being surrounded by water lillies and cruising through the tiny reed canals. ill never know how the polers find their way around these little canals, it looks litle a complete maze, but our poler George swore that they never get lost. Until we got lost... Well, George swears that we were taking a short-cut but the way was closed off by reeds. Whatever. We took a wrong turn. None of us minded getting to spend a little more time in the peaceful mokoros though. We hit land at 1.30pm and got to work unloading the mokoros and setting up our tents. We were given strict instructions not to leave the clearing in which we were setting up camp unless with a poler or a guide as this was a wild camp and we were not educated in how to handle ourselves if we were to come across a wild animal. We also had to be a toilet buddy with the person we were sharing a tent with so no matter what time of the night it was, if one got up to go to the dunny the other had to follow. The dunny by the way was a hole behind a tree on a path behind our tents. Five star indeed.

We had nothing planned until 5pm so Alex got his fishing gear together and we jumped into a mokoro with a poler who was also keen on fishing. He didnt catch anything but it was really nice sitting there in the sun, in the middle of the Okavango Delta. The poler, I think his name was Zero, had his fishing line on him but no worms so Alex gave him one of the plastic worms he has with him. The poler had never seen anything like it and was quite amused by it. We got back to camp with time for a quick siesta before our afternoon nature walk.

At 5pm we all piled back onto our mokoros and were taken to a nearby island. Once on the island we were split into three groups and each group had 2 guides. We walked for about 1.5hours learning about the local trees and bushes, spotting elephant and hippo poo and learning how to tell which one was which. We also learnt breifly what to do if we come across the animals of the Big 5 fame. I cant remember exactly (should have taken notes!) but for the most part running zig zag and climbing a tree seemed to be the way to go, unless it was a cheater and then your screwed no matter what.

Back at camp, cook group began preparing dinner which was pasta with a napoli sauce, it was plain but really really tasty. The rest of the night we sat around the camp fire with the guides and polers drinking red wine and swapping stories and went to bed in out tent without canvas on so we had the most spectacular view of the stars. What a life!


Sunday 24th April.
A day in the delta.

We were all woken up at 6am this morning for a big game walk, it had to be early so we could be back at camp before the sun got too hot. No time for anyone to have breakfast so we jumped in our mokoros and headed for a different island. We split up again into the same three groups as we had for the nature walk the day before and took off on our walking safari. We walked through a while through waist high grasses, water covered ground, palm tree patches, before coming to a vast grassy plaine. It wasnt too much longer after that that we saw a goup of 3 gigantic african elephants on the other side of the plaine. We stopped to look at them through cameras and binoculars, then we started moving closer to them. We got about 50 meters away from them and stopped to take it all on. They are so huge, you cant help but feel like a little ant in thier presence, yet they are so graceful and you can see the wisdom in thier eyes. We stayed with them for a while before moving on to see what else we could spot. Not long later we came across a heard of wildebeest, one of the Ugly 5 according to the guide. We also saw some pumba's (warthog) running around- quick little buggers they are- and then we came across a heard of zebra. we were standing admiring them and taking photos when a lonesome giraffe emerged from the trees. The giraffe walked with a limp as though it had been injured and Mr T, one of our giudes, said that is probably why it was alone and not with a heard. Spectacular to see, I felt like I was on some sort of Jurasic Park adventure walk.

By this stage it was 9.30am and starting to warm up so we started heading back to our mokoros... which were 1.5hours away. As much as it was a beautiful walk and a priceless experience walking with these animals, by the time we reached the mokoros I was about to loose my shit. A 4 hour walk in the Botswanian heat without food in our stomachs and not enough water to last us was perhaps not the best plan. We all collapsed into the mokoros and needless to say by the time we reached camp we were like a pack of wildebeest, grabbing any food we could lay our hands on. After eating and resting out legs we decided to go for a swim. So back into the mokoros for us. Almost everyone came for a swim in the swimming hole, and It was the highlight for me and Alex. The water was crystal clear, there were no reeds and it was the perfect tempurature. After a while people began leaving one by one until we were the last ones from our group there, and still in the water. I could have stayed there all day. It was amazing!

Eventually we decided to head back to camp and headed to our tent to have another siesta (have I mentioned yet how well this lifestyle suites me?!), waking up just in time for our 5pm sunset cruise. We were back in the mokoros and heading through the reed chanels to this really pretty clearing where we watched the sunset. Back at camp cook group started preparing dinner while the rest of us sat back and pondered how wonderful life is right now.

After a dinner of potato and soy meat curry the guides and polers performed for us around the fire with traditional singing and dancing. It was just fantastic, I couldnt get the smile off my face. After they finished thier performance we thought it only fair to all get up and embarrass ourselves. We performed a song that had the chorus of 'singing in the rain' in conjunction with movements of the 'simon says' game. They loved it and we all had a lot of fun.

Alex had been recording all of this on his ipod and plugged his ipod into the portable speakers Ben had brought and played it back to the guides and polers. They absolutley loved it! They had never heard themselves perform before and it wasnt too long before they were all crowding around us and the speakers listening and laughing. A magical moment we will never forget. One of the guides asked if we could put it on a disk and send it to him, we said absolutley, but it may take a few months to reach him. So as soon as we get to a computer with a cd burner on it we will be posting a copy to Action Jackson in Botswana.


Monday 25th April.
Flying High.

We were up at 6am again today so that we could pack up the camp site and get in the mokoros for our return trip. It took another 3 hours to get back to shore, reaching there about 10am. We said our thankyou's and goodbye's to the guides and polers and jumped into the utes that would take us back to Sedia Lodge. Once there we put our tents back up and went to the office to pay for our afternoon scenic flight over the Okavango Delta. It was a bit touch and go for a while with the person who was meant to make the booking for us failing to do so, also there were no seven seater planes left so we had to see if we could wrangle 3 five seater planes out of thin air (excuse the pun), you could only pay in visa or cash but couldnt sign for credit and no one knows thier pin numbers of the top of thier heads, and then there were one too many people so Felix dropped out so that Kate and Geoff could go on togther. But it all worked out in the end and in time for lunch. We headed to the bar to grab a burger and beer and finished that just in time to get on our truck and head out again. We left earlier so that we could stop at the supermarket and cook group could get dinner then we headed to the Maun International Airport.

After showing our passports to the company that do the scenic flights and going through an xray and metal detector we were walking across the runway to get into the plane. Alex got to ride shotgun with the pilot, which he was really excited about, Sheri and I sat behind him, and Kate and Geoff sat behind us.
The next hour was spent flying about 75 meters above the ground looking at the delta and its animals. We saw countless elephants, both single and in heards, doing elephanty things like walking through water, flapping thier ears and eating. We saw giraffe eating from the top of trees. And I was lucky enough to spot a hippo standing on the edge of the water! And we also saw lots of impala.

I had an image in my mind of what the delta would look like from the air and it was based soley on national geographic and the discovery chanel. I had expected it to be in a tree like shape, however it was not at all like that. It was random peices of land and water all joined by forests of reed and grass. It really was beautiful.

Landing at about 4pm we headed back to camp. Farron had decided that tongiht cook group wont run and instead we would all have a buffett dinner at the bar/restaurant paid for out of the local payment. Thanks Farron! After dinner of shredded beef, bq chicken, beetroot salad, chips and pap (an African staple food that is made of maize, has the texture of clag jelly and absolutley no flavour) most people went to bed and a few stayed up to drink.

James (jimmy; aussie), Ben (aussie), Yan (aussie), Felix (german), Eileen(canadian), Lars (norweigan) and us stayed up playing card drinking games. Alex went to bed at about midnight and I made it to bed at about 2.30am. It was a really fun night with lots of laughing and fun to be had.


Tuesday 26th April.
Bush camp.

We had a 'late start' this morning, not leaving Sedia Lodge until 8.30am. We hit the road and wanted to make it past the big town near the border of Zimbabwe called Francistown. We stopped for pee breaks and a lucnch break along the way but that was it until we found a dirt road up the back of the arse of the middle of nowhere and pulled over at about 8.30pm. I got about putting our tent up while Alex started cooking dinner with his cook group that had Andrea, Eileen and Jimmy also in it. They made a yummy spag bol for dinner, which was a good effort considering it rained constantly. I went to bed not long after dinner because I had a really sore throat and had bought a big fluffy proper pillow at a Spars supermarket and had to take it for a test run...


Wednseday 27th April.
Donkey is to Botswana what Crazy Money is to Zimbabwe.

We were up at 6am to have a quick brekky, pack down our tents and hit the road again. We got to the border of Zimbabwe at about 8.30am and had a smooth ride through, except for the two canadians who had to pay US$75 for thier visa. It was US$55 for UK and US$30 for americans, aussies, germans and norweigans. On the road again, we are heading for Harare, the capital of Zimbabwe, which is the only place where we can get visas for Ethiopia from. We probably wont get there until 8pm tonight, or thereabouts, but are spending 3 nights in the one camp site called Boulder Creek Lodge. Looking forward to being able to catch up with things like washing and blog etc.

The first few hours in Zimbabwe we went through about 8 police checkpoints. There seemed to be one every 30-45 minutes or so. Farron has warned us that every police officer we see is looking for an excuse to rip us off by fining us for some bogus reason, and he has asked usnot to give them any reasons to, so sitting on the windowsill while driving and hanging out the window is out in Zimbabwe.

Farron went on to explain that every single person trying to change money for us into different currencies WILL rip us off, either by running with our money, giving us fake notes, or picking our pocket while doing the deal. So even though they might offer a much better exchange rate than the banks, dont use them. He also said to forget our plastic cards altogether in Zimbabwe. The local currency is a joke and so the currency used is US$, but at the first supermarket we stopped at I was given change in South African Rand, Botswana Pula, US Dollars, and one mystery coin, so apparently they will deal in anything other than Zimbabwe currency.

We have also been warned to watch ourselves and eachother in public places. Oppertunistic theft is the biggest problem, and Farron has said that if we make it all the way to Cairo without being mugged, stolen from, or pick-pocketed he would be surprised. He said to watch our personal space in public and that if anyone is walking close to us they are probably trying to steal from us, so he has told us to stop walking and stare at them until they walk away.

Although, as true as that all is, it doesn't change how nice the people are here. Everyone on the side of the road smiles and waves with such kindness and enthusiasm, it brings a smile to my face everytime. It has been making me think about the reception travellers get when they come to Australia, next time I see a bus of tourists drive past I'm going to smile and wave at them until my face hurts.