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The Last Hurrah: East Africa and Madagascar

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010

It’s a tough life.

As soon as I got back to Geneva from the Balkans via Italy last week, we had to start preparing for our next voyage, which is the going to be the eighth and, as it turns out, last, major trip of three months or more that we’ll have taken together since 2003.

So, before we return to Geneva to begin a settled life in October, we are embarking on one final journey – three months in sub-Saharan Africa, beginning only five days from now as I type this. To sketch a rough outline of our plan, we fly to Nairobi (with a brief stop en route in London to see my brother Tim) on Monday, and we’re planning to do what more-or-less amounts to a two-month, clockwise circle through Kenya, Tanzania, Rwanda, Uganda and back to Nairobi, from where we fly to Madagascar for the third month.

Having to do all our preparation for this trip in less than two weeks was a bit daunting at first, but since we once planned an entire wedding in 12 days, we knew we could do it. By now, we’ve had the shots we needed (just typhoid fever as it turned out), got the malaria tablets we needed (which cost literally one-third of the price a bus ride away across the border in France than they do here in Geneva), got one visa (Kenya) with another (Madagascar) on the way, and booked a (probably dodgy) hotel in Nairobi. Now we just need to pack up our stuff this weekend and we’ll be ready to leave on Monday.

Now, you may recall that the only other time we were in sub-Saharan Africa, we didn’t think too much of it. But that was mainly due to 81-hour bus rides like this one, and 7-day boat trips like this one (the disastrous nature of which I deliberately understated at the time so my parents wouldn’t worry). And also: that West Africa is the poorest and least developed region in the world and lacks the animals that make East Africa so famous.

Indeed, almost all the things we’re looking forward to the most are animal related – we’ve already booked our silver-backed gorilla tracking trip for early August, are about to book a safari (for next week!) in Kenya’s Masai Mara NP during the annual wildebeest migration, and we can’t wait to get to Madagascar to see lemurs, chameleons, and everything else it has to offer. (A funny thing that’s recently occurred to me: there are pretty much two places on earth with unique flora and fauna by virtue of them being islands and having been separated from the mainland millions of years ago. If you’re Australian like me – and as such you think of kangaroos and koalas as being common and not extraordinary – then Madagascar is to you what Australia is to everyone else.)

Of course, there should be plenty of other highlights as well – people, landscapes, old Arab coastal trading towns, and probably many other things that I don’t even know about yet. As always, you never know what Africa will throw at you…

Montenegro: Wild Beauty Indeed

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

I watch more than enough CNN in Geneva to know the Balkans tourism ads and their slogans by heart. Croatia’s claim to be ‘The Mediterranean as it once was’ (implying that it’s unspoilt and tourist-free compared with Greece or Italy) is pretty hard to justify, and must have been for at least the last 10 years. On the other hand, Montenegro’s slogan is spot on: ‘Wild Beauty’.

Leaving the perfectness of Dubrovnik and the Croatian Adriatic coast, I have spent the past four days on the Montenegrin coast, where rugged mountains rise up virtually from the shores of the Adriatic, where city walls are weathered and have plants growing out of them, and where nature has overtaken ancient castles in a manner reminiscent of Southeast Asia or Central America – wild beauty indeed.

KotorI spent most of my time in the country in the charming walled city of Kotor and the surrounding Bay of Kotor. Kotor itself is not as pretty as Dubrovnik (naturally), but it is a charming old town nevertheless and, at least in June, is free of the tourist madness of further north, a surprising bonus (I did see one cruise ship docked for a couple of hours one afternoon, but that was it). The small city begins at the shoreline and butts up against a steep mountain, and 1500 steps up are the overgrown ruins of a fortress that, as I discovered a couple of mornings ago, offers a beautiful view over the town and the entire bay. It was well worth the climb up, but even in the early morning before the sun had risen above the mountains, it was a hot and sweaty climb up, and it would have been murder in the afternoon with the searing Montenegrin sun beating down on you. (You get what you wish for, I guess. After the rain of Bosnia & Hercegovina, it has been boiling ever since.)

While in Kotor I also made short trips to Perast, Herceg Novi and to see the Roman mosaics (not that good) at Risan. Yesterday I took a bus further south to the port city of Bar, from where I will take my ferry to the Italian port of Bari tonight. Bar itself is a modern town of little interest and with hardly any places to sleep – after walking around the town centre fruitlessly with my pack on in the afternoon heat, I finally found a travel agency who rang some lady who rents out her living room for €10 a night. I was beginning to regret spending the night here but a visit this morning to the enchanting and evocative ruins of Stari Bar (Old Bar) made it completely worth it.

Stari BarI arrived at about 7:45am to find the walled city closed, but at 8am someone opened the city gate with a large key and for €1, I scrambled about the ruins for the next hour and had the site completely to myself. The site is a microcosm of the history of the region over the past 3000 years: it dates back as far as 800 BC, but was abandoned by the Romans before being refortified by Justinian. Most of what remains dates (I think) from the Ottoman era, but there are some churches there as well which I suppose date from after the Montenegrin takeover in 1878. In any case, what you see today is the very personification of wild beauty: the ruins and towers are completely overgrown with ivy and I even saw a pretty big snake slithering only a foot or two away from me. It (the site, not the snake) was quite magical and an unexpected highlight of my little trip.

Now, I’m killing time for the rest of the day until I have to be at the ferry terminal at 8pm. The ferry leaves Bar at 10pm and arrives in Bari, Italy at 8am tomorrow. Then I’ll travel by train to Rome, where Wendy will join me tomorrow night.

Dubrovnik: Pearl of the Adriatic

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010

I think I probably heard of Dubrovnik for the first time in late 2001 as I sat in the Feltrinelli international bookstore in Rome and began reading guidebooks to places I'd never considered visiting before. Ever since then I've ... [Continue reading this entry]

Under siege in Sarajevo

Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

Crossing from Croatia to Bosnia & Herzegovina (without getting any passport stamps), the difference was noticeable immediately. Our bus turned inland, leaving the shimmering Adriatic Sea behind and making straight for the rugged and inhospitable mountains that we had ... [Continue reading this entry]