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Operation Bear – From Cape Town to London fighting child

September 28th, 2006

After our lovely, though extremely late lunch, we headed back to the bar at my hostel for a few beers before heading to AfroBar. While we were there, Tino recognized someone sitting at the bar. “Hey! I saw you on TV!” Well, I was intrigued as to why these two guys would have been on Mozambican television, so I started talking to them. They were Steve and Terrick, and they were driving from Cape Town to London (traveling nearly 60,000km…37500 miles) in a dune buggy conducting interviews, collecting information, and raising awareness in an effort to end child rape. I had some very interesting conversations with these two gentlemen, and salute their dedication to an issue that is very dear to them. You can read more information at http://www.operationbear.za.org and there is also a petition online. For every signature they get, Oprah Winfrey (who contacted them) will donate $1 to their cause. Check it out. Continue reading this entry »

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Mmm! Mmmm! Zambezi chicken

September 27th, 2006

The swelling in my eye was down the next morning, and I felt like a new person.  I got so many things accomplished – picked up some additional meds I was supposed to take, got all my laundry washed (professionally, one of the ways I occassionally treat myself), and picked up my passport, amongst other things.  I spent the rest of the day with Allan (the Scottish guy at the hostel); we ate a green coconut, drove up to the beach area, and had a nice dinner (but no seafood – I have been avoiding prawns like the plague).  That night Raul and I went out to hear more live music. Continue reading this entry »

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Miss Vicious with a rash gets two shots in the a**

August 1st, 2006

The ride back to Maputo wasn’t too bad; it was impressively fast, in fact.  As we got into Maputo, I asked some of the local passengers the best way to get to the center of town (where the hostel is).  As one lady directed me out of the chapa, another one told me to stay on just a little bit further, so I stuck with her.  We pulled into the same chapa yard where I protested people giving up their seats just a week and a half earlier (had so much time already passed?)  As I got off the chapa, someone carried my bag away and put it in the trunk of a nice car.  “Get in.  Get in.”  I got in.  “This is my father.  We’ll drive you to your hotel.”  The woman was a doctor in the region where I had just come from, and her father did indeed drive me right to the hotel – such a nice gesture.  They gave me their phone numbers in case I needed anything while in Maputo, and we said our goodbyes. Continue reading this entry »

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“But they’ll rob you in Maxixe…”

August 1st, 2006

Most local public transport in Africa (so I’m told) does not work on any time schedule. Basically, it leaves when it’s full. So, although I got myself up at 6am to take this “direct” shuttle to Tofo, I still found myself sitting on this chapa (little converted passenger minivan) waiting to leave at 10am. I tried to sleep a little, but it was a difficult effort with people knocking at the window outside, offering bread, drinks, phone cards, plastic bags and many other things for sale and the man behind me opening and closing the window (which then hit into my elbow, arm, or head as it slid forward) to buy such items. Finally, as we filled up just around 10am, we headed off. Continue reading this entry »

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A bit on Mozambique…

July 31st, 2006

It occurred to me while staring at my hotel ceiling last night that most people reading this probably don’t know very much about Mozambique, and that I might write things that I (now) take for granted (such as the whole speaking Portuguese thing; I didn’t know until recently that Portuguese is the first language in Mozambique). So, before I continue with my little story, allow me to provide a very rough outline to the country’s history. Continue reading this entry »

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No one is going to give up their seat for me!

July 29th, 2006

After Kruger, I headed back to Nelspruit for a few days, mostly just waiting out some time to make my car rental cheaper (if you can imagine that).  Nothing really exciting happened except for one night while watching the World Cup with some people, when a 17-year old little rich Korean kid from San Francisco experimenting with his freedom burned the entire inside of his mouth while doing “initiation” flaming sambuca shots.  He deserved it anyways, especially after spouting out such garbage as “everyone in the United States wears Prada” and other such nonsense; I had a good talking-to with him. Continue reading this entry »

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No one ever said what to do if you find a rhino in the middle of the road.

July 15th, 2006

With some helpful directions from a local man returning his car at the car agency, I headed off in my little VW, recalling how to drive on the other side of the car and road. It was a good 4 hours to Nelspruit, the main town closest to Kruger, probably the most well-known game park in South Africa. The ride was pretty uneventful, but it was interesting to see the large number of people trying to hitch rides along the side of the road, a definite no-no in the States. At one point, as I passed a very slum-my area, I noticed an increased number of people looking for rides. Not as if I would pick anyone up, but I couldn’t help but think that the large “Elevated hijacking area” signs posted along the road were not helping these people’s cause. Continue reading this entry »

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So, yeah, I’m in Africa…

July 15th, 2006

After a few hours of sleep and the end of “King King”, we finally made it to Africa. The sun was just peeking over the horizon as we neared Johannesburg, and it was pretty cool watching the shadow of dawn making its way across the ground – Africa, if you will. I saw a pretty neat fireball reflection off some lake (I’m assuming this is what it was) before we turned the other way to make our landing. And that was it; 8 hours later, and I’m in Africa. Now, if they’ll only let me stay…

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Monetary clusterf… coming out of South America

June 27th, 2006

After the boys left, I had two and a half weeks to get myself to Sao Paulo for my flight to Africa. There wasn’t much more that I wanted to see (or that I really had time to see), and I was kind of getting antsy. I stayed for another week and a half in Buenos Aires, and I can’t really account for much of what I did…I spent a lonely day in the apartment we had rented, mostly cleaning, picking cigarette butts out of the plants, scraping gum off the floorf and undoing the problem I created myself of stripping all the wax off the wood floors (which entailed some towels under my feet, loud music, and a lot of dancing). I searched my camera and the interent for pictures of the place in order to return the plants, statues and vases to their proper position. I did a drop off of all the extra beer and liquor in front of the local internet cafe, where I had become friendly with the owners. When the lady came to get the keys for the apartment, she asked me if we broke anything…oh no, no, no. And that was it…I got the deposit back and ran with my things down the street, out of sight. Continue reading this entry »

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Bucleros’ Bash in Buenos Aires

June 27th, 2006

I had two days in Buenos Aires before the boys arrived. I spent most of my time wandering around, finalizing the last details for when they arrived and avoiding all the dog crap on the sidewalks. They say Buenos Aires is a very European city, and it is; the dog doo clinches the comparison for them. Even in cities where all the dogs are homeless and run around in little gangs there is not as much crap on the walkways. Those undomesticated dogs seem to have a little more respect for public areas than all the dog walkers (running around with sometimes 10 dogs) in Buenos Aires… Continue reading this entry »

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