Monday, December 27, 2010

Exit Etosha

Etosha was the most amazing wildlife park I've been to. The facilities are great, the roads safe, the animals plenty. And the salt pan is a sight to behold!

On our game drive the day before we'd driven right into the pan to take those amazing infinity shots you see. We had so much fun playing with the depth and here's my favorite. I loved how out there, in the middle of the stark flats with no vegetation in sight, you'd still see footprints and dropping on the ground.

And while on the subject of droppings, my bus buddy and I had bonded over our mutual wicked sense of humor. She's the one who eats giggly soup and just succumbs to fits of contagious laughter. This particular day we were laughing about the size of elephant "POOP" (must be said like you'd say a short sharp "beep"). We were in hysterics... Especially when we came up with this corker: "what do dung beetles do?" answer: POOP POOP!

We were also amused by one of the new girls' textbook reactions to seeing her first zebra. We all did it, but for most of us it was way back in the Serengeti, or in my case Nairobi. Anyway, everyone squeals when they see their first zebra. No matter how far away, you gasp and cheer and ask the driver to stop so you can tale photos. The driver usually obliges with a wry smile. Because he knows that by the end of the day you'll have seen hundreds, if not thousands of zebra literally swarming the national parks. It was so fun seeing the new people's quick reaction of pure joy to a distant zebra.

Etosha is a wonderland of wildlife and landscapes and beats any national park I've been to. My advice to anyone who asks is to skip the Serengeti and do Etosha instead. Especially in light of what else Namibia has in store...

Cuddles for Monkey

Xxx

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Etosha By Night

After game driving all day and seeing hyena cubs sleeping in a cave, a huge giraffe skeleton, elephants ambling through the bush, and myriad other iconic African animals going about their daily duties, we made it back to our campsite and it was even more glamorous than the night before. I was very jealous of the gorgeous bungalows in the compound that overlooked the famous wateringhole. And while the beautiful wateringhole itself did not disappoint it unfortunately had no animals around it.

In light of this, and since we'd had no luck the night before I thought I'd better not risk it and paid USD$100 for a night game drive. We rugged up in the oversized waterproof snuggies we were given, cracked opened a cider, and hoped for the best.

Success! We were barely out the gate and we intercepted the path of a wandering male lion. A bit further on and we startled an enormous porcupine that then shot up it's huge quills and dashed into the bushes. Just incredible! We then came across a herd of springbok and lived the cliche "like a dear in the headlights". One of the springbok got a bit disoriented when we pulled up and proceeded to erratically bounce it's way up the road towards our truck till it literally took one sideways leap right into it! Hilarious.

After a while of seeing nothing and contending with a broken spotters light we were getting a bit bored and cold, till finally I spotted my first rhino in Africa. Notoriously elusive it is quite exciting to see one of these endangered beasts in the wild, and while it was a long way off in the distance it was still incredible to make out that single horn in the spotlight. When we saw another one we squealed like schoolgirls. As they wandered off we recommenced our drive, all rather satisfied that the trip had paid for itself already.

Then we came across a big pack of hyena. It's very rare to see so many all together and, as the driver thought they looked en route to a nearby wateringhole we headed in that direction. Sure enough more of the group we already drinking there right next to... 3 beautiful big rhino! As we sat there and watched these rhino slowly slink off into the cover of nearby bushes, as nearby hyena scuffled with jackals and drank in unison... I knew I was living the dream. My eyes were seeing things you had to cross oceans to see and I was so proud of myself for making it happen. This... Is... Africa!

We went back to camp so happy with ourselves and thankful we'd paid the high price to finally see rhino in Africa. We swung by the wateringhole for a sneak peek before we went to bed. And what do we come across? Rhino fight each other barely 20metres away!

A quick enquiry with our friends who stayed behind had us reeling. In the last three hours they had watched these rhino fighting each other to the point of bloodshed. They had chased off a huge mother elephant who stood her ground to protect her calf, and all the while we'd been off chasing a scene just like the one unraveling on our doorstep!

As the rhino were still fighting I settled in and enjoyed the show and the strength and power of these beasts was incredible! The sheer crack that echoed in the air when their heads met was astounding. They'd stumble back, regroup, drink, and get back to it. At one stage they faced off in the water! A herd of zebra came down to drink, and giraffe lingered by, respecting the pecking order, and waiting for their turn at the water's edge.

It was the small hours of the morning so we decided to dash back to our tents, grab our sleeping bags and make a night of it. Of course, by the time we'd bunkered down and got cosy on a bench it started to rain. So, content with the visual feast our eyes had devoured that day, we trudged off to bed for a wonderful nights sleep in Etosha National Park, Namibia.

Namibia just keeps getting better. There's still one animal that reigns supreme in my world though... Harvey bear!

Xxx

Etosha By Day

I've been to the Serengeti, N'gorongoro crater, Lake Menyara and Nairobi National Park. I've done Chobe and the Okavango by boat. I've seen the animals of Zambia and Malawi. But NOTHING could prepare me for Etosha National Park!

This natural wonderland that wraps around the enormous Etosha salt pan is astounding! The landscape is blindingly white on the salt flats, and lusciously green in the reserves surrounding them. Easy-to-drive roads zig zag through the park where there are more animals than you could ever dare to hope for.

On our first drive we came across the rare sight of a Mozambique spitting cobra and a mongoose sizing each other up in the middle of the road. No fight ensued - and all bets were off as to who the winner would be if it had - but they danced around each other for a long time before calling off the clash. The cobra stood a half metre high, flat-headed and intimidating the whole time, always facing the circling mongoose. When the confrontation was over the cobra disappeared into the roadside grass in a flash and it was scary to see just how camouflaged they can become in an instant.

We returned back to camp on a high after seeing huge herds of zebra and springbok. We spotted a giraffe doing it's comical side-splits as it drank water, and even saw ZaZu from the Lion King perched in a bush flanked by a caravan of giraffes crossing the plains. Our first game drive had been a success and we were rather chuffed already with Etosha National Park. It was back to our fancy campsite to digest it all.

Now, when it comes to amenities Etosha has it all. This is the home of "glamping" - big shower and toilet blocks, shops, restaurants, even towers with lookouts and fenced off perimeters. In the Serengeti its pot-holed roads and a single squat toilet for the hoards sharing an open campsite that animals freely walk through. Both are valid but vastly different safari experiences. I did it in a nice order to truly appreciate the competitive luxury that is Etosha, and Namibia in general.

That evening a stunning rainbow backlit our tents. As we enjoyed a huge Brie (like a supersized BBQ where the enormous steaks literally hang over each side of your plate) we were rather content. Unfortunately our bliss was briefly interrupted by a group of stupid campers nearby who insisted on feeding the jackals despite warning from other camper. Like dingos in Australia, predatory dogs should be left wild, and as much as we explained that feeding wild animals desensitises their proximity to humans, and that the next campers in their spot might have a baby who'd easily become the jackals next meal, these arrogant people proceeded to wave at us as they threw leftovers at the hovering beasts. Just an example of frustrating stupidity.

The Etosha campsites are known for their lively wateringholes which sit just metres from the perimeter of the campsite in designated quiet zones. Seating is provided and many stories about about what's been seen by campers who kept vigil all night. While our trip proved uneventful the anticipation was exciting enough, and we consoled ourselves with the news the next night's hole was famous for it's activity.

So we were up early the next morning and it was off for another game drove. Not before a few girls found scorpions under their tents when they packed them up though. Eeek!

We'd barely hit the road, but were already thinking it seemed like a slower day, when we drove right up on no less than 11... yes ... 11 lions sunning themselves beside the road. It was breathtaking to see these majestic beasts heaving and lethargic after a recent feed. The babies stayed close to the mum, and we were amused by one lion who literally looked drunk as he stumbled along. We were assured he was a fit creature an most likely had a dead or something.

Later we can across another pride of lions barely 50 meters from a large sign that read "please stay in your car". A woman was leaning on this sign taking photos of the 5 lions. I guess she was assuming there weren't 6...

Love to my little lion at home!

Xxx

Waterberg Sunset

Waterberg campsite was beautiful. Set at the base of incredible mountains you really felt like you were in the middle of the wilderness. The earth, and the mountains were a gorgeous rust colour but when the sun set they were breathtaking. They literally glowed bright red, and set against the fluro pink and orange sky I got to see my first infamous Namibian sunset. Living the dream!

Love to baby bear

Xxx

Windhoek Oasis

The border crossing at Namibia was a long, hot one. We were behind a busload of Namibian students and the difference was immediately clear - these kids were dripping in bling! They had gold earrings, diamond studs (guys too) and gadgets galore. I've never seen headphones used as such a fashion statement before.

But of course this is Africa and even in the most cosmopolitan of complexes you'll still see that amazing sight of someone in traditional dress weaving amongst the label-emblazoned crowd. And in Namibia there are 2 distinct tribes - the ocre-covered Himba people, and the Herero "cow horn" ladies. It was the latter that flanked us at the border crossing and it was a wonderful contrast to the youth in front.

These women wear very traditional colonial-style dresses, complete with capes and bustles. But the most distinctive part of their costumes are these huge headresses they wear to resemble cow horns. Made of luscious fabrics that are expertly co-ordinated with the rest of their ensemble, the easiest way to describe them is like hammerhead sharks. Apparently it's a rolled up newspaper that holds it in shape, and it's an incredible sight seeing these woman from another era in modern Africa.

As we drove towered Windhoek the landscape was mind-blowing. Enormous mountains with huge horizontal cliff-faces that ran the length of them literally looked like they'd been pushed up out of the ground in one quick lift. Bright blue skies and fluffy clods like cotton balls made our first glimpse of Namibia something special. We knew we were in for a treat for the next ten days... But no-one could have guessed just how good it would get.

Once in Windhoek I was blown away by the obvious wealth in this city. Opulent houses lined streets filled with BMWs, Audis, Mercedes. The city itself reminded me of Addis Ababa in Ethiopia, surrounded by majestic mountains. Appropriately we were booked into a hotel for the night. A REAL hotel, the Hotel Safari Court, with proper beds, and pressure showers, and free wifi. I hadn't slept in a bed for 3 weeks so it was absolute luxury! In the spirit of all this glamour we all got dolled up and headed for a local institution - Joe's Beerhouse.

It did not disappoint. Famous for it's menu of game, and seemingly bottomless supply of Jeigermeister shots (how appropriate since Jäger Meister means Master Hunter), the menu honestly looked like a safari guide. I chose the Namib Bushfire wigh oryx, zebra, and ostriche medallions and it was delicious! We had a great night out, met lots of new people, and fell into bed for a blissfully sound nights sleep. No wet tent smell for miles!

We were a little bit sad to leave but it was onwards to Waterberg. Much to my delight, along the way we passed heaps of cheeky warthog on the roadside, as well as a handless baboon! Everything in Namibia was fancier. There were proper roadside tables for us to eat lunch. Stunning little town filled with Jacarandas and German architecture.

It was a great start to a great country and I immediately thought Namibia might give Ethiopia a run for it's money in my favorite stakes. Both are very well kept secrets I was now in on.

Give my Harvey Bear an extra special hug. Mamas coming home soon!

Xxx

Botswana Pics

Ok, so I'm starting to question the female vs male zebra thing cos they all look white with black stripes to me! Watch this space for confirmation.

In the meantime please enjoy my Botswana piccies which will bring the last few blogs to life:


And thanks for your patience re the Namibia and South Africa updates. I hope they're worth the wait - they'll be going up in the next few days.

hugs for Harvs

xxx

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

"I saw the rains down in Africa..."

Botswana is a wonderful country and should be visited by everyone once in their lifetime. The Okavango Delta has to be seen to be believed, especially for it's proximity to the arid Kalahari.

It was quite an experience to be there for the start of the rainy season. Now I know what the song means! On our way to Ghanzi we had the most intense experience like something straight out of Storm Chasers. From cloudless sunny skies we drove straight into a charcoal grey horizon. We literally hit the eye of a huge storm and got completely drenched. Our truck was leaking in every crack. 20 minutes later it was blue skies and not a cloud again. What a weather phenomenon!

Everything about Botswana is different. Even roadtripping is broken up by foot & mouth stops where you have to dip the shoes you're wearing and any others you have in you vehicle into a special solution. You then have to drive your car or truck through a pit of the same stuff.

Something else I love is that the zebra is Botswana's national animal. Why choose an animal of such massive proportions common to so many African nations you ask? Because a past president went to England to be educated at Cambridge and there he met a white woman, brought her back to Botswana and married her. Being the harmonious existence of black & white together he elevated the Zebra to Botswana's national animal. Sweet huh!

Fun fact: male zebras are black with white stripes & female zebras are white with black stripes. When it's hot the white hairs stand up to reflect away the heat, and when it's cold the black hairs stand up to absorb it. Oh, and unlike their cousins the horse and the donkey (and their difficult cross-breed the mule) zebras cannot be domesticated or carry any weight on their backs.

A lil note on the people - I have never seen shelf booties in my life, like those on the women of Botswana. Bootilicious!

And my favourite thing of all? Warthogs are EVERYWHERE! Road signs mostly warn of the warthogs and the elephants crossing, and quite frequently you pass both just meters from the side of the road.

Bye beautiful Botswana! With every country checked I get closer to coming home. For a while there I thought I never would but I can feel a little pull now. Especially since that cheeky doggy with the dancing eyes is waiting for me!

Xxx

The Kalahari Bushmen

Some of my tour buddies and I had a moment of madness back at our Chobe camp site and got a side serve of the sing-alongs with our giggly soup. We'd dubbed the evening Showtunes Saturday Night and decided to call our truck Chitty Chitty Bang Bang: "high, low, anywhere we go... In Chitty Chitty we depend". So after another crack of dawn wake up we piled into our "fine four fended friend" and hit the road through the Kalahari Desert.

The sand plains of the Kalahari are surprisingly vegetated. Highly adapted trees, where root systems are 3 times deeper than the tress themselves, give the landscape a deceptively lush feel, while the air is filled with beautiful white butterflies that live in these Mupani trees. Nonetheless it is still a harsh and expansive desert.

One tribe however have been living off this desolate land for millennia. The Kalahari Bushmen are a unique tribe with skills passed on through countless generations, but sadly they are an endangered race. Much like the Aborigines in Australia, the Kalahari Bushmen were a peaceful, nomadic people who'd learnt to live in one of the harshest environments on earth. But with the arrival of European and British colonialists came concepts they didn't understand like land ownership, vices they couldn't physiologically withstand like alcohol and drugs, illnesses they couldn't overcome, and weapons that easily overwhelmed this peaceful, unassuming people. They were nearly wiped out.

Today about 10,000 Kalahari Bushmen still live in Botswana. They speak in their native clicking language, and live as they always have on big reservations. They are largely left alone by civilization, but as a source of income every few months a few of them will come in to designated areas and share their culture with visitors. They will then head back to the bush and rotate with a new group so as not to change their way of life.

It is a wonderful and authentic way to see these incredible people as they are just visiting, like us, and are legitimate desert dwellers.

In the afternoon we took a bush walk with the tribe and were given an insight into how they survive on the land. As their gorgeous children played in the dirt, the men and women pulled up roots and trees and explained, through a translator, their uses from burns treatment to clothing dye.

The old woman had the most to tell though, and her leathery skin bore testament to her many years in the desert sun. She'd go from tree to tree, rubbing things on her belly, smelling leaves, digging in the ground to pull up all manner of hidden treasures. One incredible one was a big round root that she began to shave with a sharpened stick. She picked up a handful of the shavings and squeezed them into her mouth and you would not believe the amount of water that came out! She then washed her face with another handful, and rubbed the pulp over her whole body. After she was done she pulled out a pipe of some sort and began to smoke. It was quite incredible to see, it was almost as if we were never there.

They made fire but then bizarrely asked if anyone had a cigarette they could use the fire to light. You should have seen them suck down this cigarette! They broke off the butt and passed it round like a joint. It was strange to watch and I didn't quite know what to make of it.

We returned back to our campsite at an old quarry in Ghanzi that was just beautiful. The workers had dug the quarry so deep they hit water and it had filled right up. So it now serves as a giant wateringhole in the middle of the desert with top notch camping facilities around it. Of course it rained as we pulled in but it didn't stop us getting our tents up and diving straight in!

After dinner a smaller group of us headed back to see the Kalahari Bushmen dance. Unfortunately a witch doctor was not with this group so we were unable to see their famous trance dancing, but we watched a wonderful fireside performance nonetheless. It rained on our way but thankfully cleared up during the dancing. The women sang in high voices, clicking throughout, while the men danced. One young boy was being initiated and learning the dances, and joined the ones he knew. They were very impressive.

Later we were invited to join the circle and sing with the women. The two guys with us gave their all in the dancing though. One dance was about baboons and the guys were doing somersaults and cartwheels round the fire, with one getting very near the flames. The storyline of another dance was picking a wife. After the dancers had picked a girl in the circle they sat down next to them. At the end of the dance they had to get up with their chosen woman and dance very energetically with her. On of the guys with us was jumping around with his lady and swinging her round the fire when he realized what he thought was a leather rucksack on her back actually had a baby in it! It was still sound asleep but it took him a while to get over the shock.

At the end we took some photos with them, and they were fascinated to see themselves on the screen.

It was such a privilege to see this rare culture in it's glory and I hope they can remain untainted by encroaching western influences for many years to come. Would be a shame to lose a culture that has survived through millennia to a few hundred years of rootless invasion.

Kiss for my lil man

Xxx

The Mauning after

The next morning it was a one and a half hour mokoro ride back out of the delta to the riverside village many of our polers were from. We were invited to have a walk through their village and it was nice to see where they'd lived their whole lives.

When we were there I found the most beautiful little puppy. He had gentle eyes and softest demeanor and was the biggest snuggle pot ever. I absolutely adored him and walked through the village cuddling the little guy. I was upset when a villager offered to sell it to me for 10 Pula... An elephant hair bangle I bought cost me 20. Goes to show once again the value they place on man's best friend.

We were walking back to our boat and I was still reeling about the puppy, when a woman tried to get the girl I was with to take her baby home with her. She replied with a quick "it's too cold in Canada" but there was much discussion about it later. Selfish or selfless?

We took our motorboat back to a riverside campsite called Island Safari Lodge in Maun. That stretch of the river is a conservation area so the wildlife was thriving. At night the cry of the insects on the river was so loud it was like a high pitched opera.

On my way back to my tent I was attacked by a group of monkeys. They were trying to get into our tents so I tried to shoo them away. Suddenly I found myself surrounded by monkeys all lungeing at me. I pretended to run at them and they stood their ground, till a big alpha male in the group came forward. He climbed up the tree beside me and bared his teeth. So I threw the bottle of water I had all over him. He flinched for a moment but then crouched down, ready to jump on me. At that moment some men who worked there came running with rocks which they pelted at them, and that finally scared them away. It was a scary confrontation and I was happy I'd spent $300 on rabies shots back home.

To truly appreciate the scale of the Okavango Delta we took a 40 minute scenic flight from Maun. Even in that time we only scratched the surface of it's size and it was awestriking to see just how much water there is. The density of the reeds makes it almost seem like you are looking over vast fields of grass, except that you can see perfectly white clouds and blue sky reflected in them.

The eagles eye view also let us see the huge amount of animals living on the delta. We went in the late afternoon when they wouldn't be seeking shelter from the heat of the day under the trees, which would make them much harder to spot. When it starts to cool down they start to head to the water, and that's when the action happens. We saw herds of elephant 50 strong frolicking in the water, huge pods of hippos rolling in the pools and caravans of giraffe casually strolling tree to tree.

The Okavango Delta truly is heaven on earth. The polers sang a poignant and perfect song as we left "I will never forget... Beautiful Botswana", and nothing could be more true. For the rest of my days I'll remember Beautiful Botswana as my happy place.

That and cuddling my Harvey Bear. Give the little guy a scratch under the chin for me!

Xxx

Oh the Okavango Delta!

Anyone I've spoken to who's traveled extensively in Africa would squeal when I told them I was going to the Okavango Delta. This 15-22,000 square kilometer water wonderland is the beating heart of Botswana and I was so excited to spend the next 3 days there.

On our way to the delta entrance we stopped in town and I made it my mission to find a raincoat. After six shops the wild goose chase ended with one option - a transparent fluro pink hooded trench. I had no choice but to buy it if I wanted to stay dry. The second I got back to the truck and showed them my bright pink coat Botswana Barbie was born! We had some real fun with it over the next few days, especially with the fused-joint Barbie wave.

I had stocked up on biltong (a semi
dried meat similar to jerky - my dad's favourite) and was ready to hit the delta! This enormous wetland is one of the only deltas that does not empty into the sea. Instead it spills straight into the sands of the Kalahari Desert.

The region is actually on top of tectonic plates that shift constantly. This is why the sand plains of the Kalahari are so flat. Imagine taking a bucket of sand and shaking it - the top would completely flatten out. That's what's happened in the Kalahari and the Okavango Delta is an enormous oasis rising out of it.

Made up of clusters of little islands that the thriving wildlife swim between, the delta is defined by vast water channels painted green with tall reeds, lily pads, and the thousands of white lilies that open every morning for the sun and close again at night. Buzzing between the thick vegetation are swarms of giant dragonflies, while tiny white frogs cling to the reeds. The water's surface is decorated with small circular ripples around the busy water spiders. These fragile little creatures keep their bodies out of the water with just their wiry legs on the surface propelling them in lunges across the water. They're fascinating little insects.

We caught a motor boat up the river to a riverside village where we met our polers and laid eyes on our mode of transport - the mokoro. In teams of two we jumped in our flat bottomed canoe-style boat, carved of a single tree. They are beautiful boats and are such an authentic way to navigate the delta, but increasingly the polers are buying more sustainable fiberglass mokoros instead as the traditional wooden boats only last about 7 years and the trees used to make them can be 300 years old.

The polers are the men who push the mokoro through the reeds using a long hard stick till they find an unoccupied island to set up camp on. All your supplies are packed onto boats and for our group of 23 there were about 15 men and women who accompanied us to camp. This gave the trip a nice vibe. It was a real treat for them to be all together so spirits were high, and it was nice for us to have long chats with the local people. On the final night they sang songs and danced for us round the bonfire - they couldn't do it the previous night for risk of scaring away the animals. Since there were huge piles of elephant poo throughout our camp I was thinking that may not be such a bad thing though!

When we first arrived we set up camp and had the toilet dug in a secluded little grotto nearby. Home sweet home for the next few days, so we used the afternoon to explore our backyard. While we only saw one elephant on our island it was the smaller fauna that kept us enthralled. Enormous termites nests rising high out of the ground and arching towards the sun. Dung beetles devouring the wheelbarrow loads of elephant poop. Bugs and beetles with the most intricate markings I've ever seen. The micro wildlife of Africa is often as fascinating as the big game, if you're not too distracted by the elephants and hippo and giraffe to spot it - which can be hard!

Many people woke up early the next morning for a four hour game walk on a nearby island but I opted for a sleep in. As the others went on a short walk alternative I was left alone in the site with only the "Batswanas". It was wonderful to lie there and listen to them singing and laughing and chatting animatedly in their local tongue, thinking no-one else was around. Since the walkers didn't see much game and looked absolutely wrecked when they got back I was happy with my decision to stay. A breakky of bacon & eggs soon topped up everyones energy deficit though.

That afternoon we went for a walk to the most beautiful wateringhole I've seen in my life. While officially we were advised not to swim due to the real threat of hippos and crocodiles, we weighed up the risks vs the heat and dived straight in. Gosh it was divine. We made lily wreaths for our hair and just floated in the cool water looking up at a sapphire sky. When one guy in our group approached in a mokoro, trying his hand at poling it himself, naturally we had to capsize him. We didn't realise the heavy wooden boat would sink to the bottom though and it was quite a struggle dragging it out and setting it right again.

Later that afternoon I also tried my hand at poling. Epic fail. What these men and women make look so easy is actually like trying to reverse a semi trailer in a Coles carpark. We were treated to a sunset mokoro ride through the delta by the professional polers though and it was stunning. Sunsets in Africa are incomparable, but to see it reflected on the water was double the treat.

After the big song and dance round the bonfire that night we were asked by the polers to return the favor and sing to them. Unfortunately we couldn't think of a song we all knew so we opted to sing our national anthems instead. Those poor Batswanas who harmonise so well (save one over enthusiastic woman in their midst who was flat as a pancake and loud as a foghorn - the aural equivalent of putting anchovies in a salad) had to sit through the national anthems of America, Canada, Switzerland, South Africa, Britain, Holland, Belgium, and Australia. I think the Swiss sang a kids song though... Hmmm.

They'd created a monster, as once we got singing we couldn't stop and suddenly the list of songs common to us flooded in. Note: Disney transcends all borders. By the end a bunch of us were up learning the "Single Ladies" routine from a dancer in our group while the bored locals took themselves to bed!

Big snuggles for my Harvey Bear.

Xxx

Planet Boabab

The next day was a lot of driving but we stayed at a beautiful campsite in Gweta called Planet Boabab, named after the enormous 3,000 year old trees dotted through the park. The trunks are so huge it took 9 people linked hand in hand to get around one. The campsite was beautiful, not only for the trees but also the quirky decor of the bar, pool and restaurant.

A highlight was tasting the fruit of the Boabab. Like a cross between mango and pineapple, you suck the dry popcorn-like flesh and it melts slowly in your mouth. Yum scrum!

The rains came again and it was strange falling asleep with water pelting the canvas next to my head. But another sound nights sleep in Africa.

Miss watching my Harvs sleeping spread eagle on the bed between my legs. Kiss him goodnight for me.

Xxx

Botswana Begins!... Chobe River

We commenced the next leg of our trip with a few new people, a new tour leader, and a fancy new truck. The seats reclined and even had lock boxes under them. The trade off was worse tents that are much harder to put up and down everyday.

The funniest thing about the new leg is that there are THREE ESTHERS on it! How funny... That has never happened to me before. I've only met about 5 in my life. So I am now referred to as "queen Esther" - a nickname they'd already coined on the previous leg - as opposed to Irish Esther and American Esther. I like Queen Esther.

It was now time to head to Botswana and we loaded our truck onto a ferry for the border crossing. From where we waited on the river's edge you could see 5 countries - Botswana, Namibia, Zimbabwe, South Africa and Angola. Pretty awesome. Another warthog welcome and I already loved Botswana!

Straight away you could tell Botswana is a wealthier country. The roads were sealed, the towns were modern, the people well dressed. Apparently the government of Botswana has invested a lot of the mining profits into infrastructure for the country so education, healthcare and general standards are better than in most other African countries. It also means it's more expensive for tourists.

A trip into town was an eye opener. A huge supermarket selling western brands (my search for Vegemite has still proved futile but I'm consoling myself with it's poor man's version Marmite) as well as clothing stores, liquor stores, even a KFC. I got myself some papa - made with maise meal, similar to ugali - and some delicious mystery meat that was salty and full of spices.

That night we stayed on the Chobe River, an area known for a population of over 120,000 elephants. This huge overpopulation is causing serious damage to the region and destroying whole habitats for other species. As the elephants thrive at the expense of possible extinction to other species the issue of culling has become a heated one. At this stage they are not culled but when you see the utter devastation these majestic beasts cause en masse you can understand the argument to control their numbers.

So to truly get an intimate look at this wonderful wetland we jumped on a motorboat up the Chobe. Within minutes we had spotted hippo just metres away. We came across about ten hippo grazing on the shore, with another ten huddled in the river nearby. As we came closer the ones on land spooked and ran and dived into the river to join their friends. It was awesome to see how fast these dangerous beasts can move and the splashes their huge bodies made. We also saw crocodile and lots of other wildlife, especially birds. Funnily enough the whole time we were there we didn't see an elephant!

One of the new girls on tour had a stressful moment when she realised she wouldn't be able to hold on for a toilet till we got back to camp. At first it was a gentle request, till the urgency peaked and she literally couldn't hold it any longer. The captain refused to let her wee off the boat, and the option of using a bottle was floated. Finally, seeing her desperation, the captain pulled over and let her pee on an island. Out she got in hippo and crocodile infested waters to execute the bravest wee in the world. It was a first for the captain and had us all in raptures.

No sooner had she jumped back in the boat that the sky opened up and we were hit with absolutely torrential rain. It was like God said "you pee on me and I'll pee on you!". A limited number of raincoats were distributed and I found myself in one raincoat with two other people! One of my "trimese twins" as she called us, is 6 foot 2 and it wasn't easy keeping her long legs dry.

That day gave us our first taste of the rainy season we were heading straight into. Unrelenting rains throughout the night turned our campsite into an ocean. Tents were flooded and everything was sodden. It was quite an adventure and a real swim in the deep end, so to speak, for the new people. Our tent was wet through, as were our sleeping mats, so I slept under a little pavilion with the others in my boat.

The night huddled under cover provided plenty of laughs. I got a fright when a giant rhino beetle crawled onto my bed - complete with a big single horn on it's head. One girl got the fright of her life when she woke to find a 10cm millipede on her pillow. Trying to get into our sleeping bags was hilarious as we were covered in mud and were pathetically armed with a few bags of baby wipes. We laughed so hard at our situation. The Swiss have a perfect saying for that uncontrollable, contagious laughter, "she's eaten giggly soup". Giggly soup is a staple on a tour like this.

We slept well despite the rain and the bugs. That may have had something to do with our Amarula and hot milk... A delicious Baileys-like spirit that comes from the African Marula plant. It is delicious and whether straight, with hot milk, or in a hot chocolate, it has become our nightly ritual.

Day one in Botswana was beautiful and brutal and the rains had only just begun!

Hug for Harvey Bear

Xxx

The Devil's Pool

As I mentioned before, we were initially disappointed when we heard we'd arrived in the dry season, as Victoria Falls would be at low capacity. Turns out it's arguably a better time to be there as the falls are still spectacular, but you also get to do dry-season-only activities like white water rafting and the Devil's Pool.

As people returned to camp from their activities every day we'd get reports on what was worth doing. It soon became clear that every single person who'd done The Devil's Pool raved about it. I'd never even heard of it before, but it was clearly unmissable, so on my last day in Livingston i booked the breakfast trip - I had to find out what all the fuss was about. Thank god I did. The Devil's Pool is the most spectacular thing I've done in Africa yet!

We all met at the decadent Royal Livingston hotel that overlooks the edge of the falls on the Zambia side. The hotel is absolute luxury and as you sit watching the hippos enjoying the river just before it rages over the edge you feel like you're in another era.

In groups of 6 they come and collect you from the glorious sun deck and pile you into a little motor boat that ferries you to Livingston Island, nestled right in the middle of the top of the massive waterfall. From here you walk to the very edge and can look both left and right and straight down infamous Victoria Falls. You then wade right out across the edge's water to the source of the heaviest section of the falls, before climbing out up onto the rocks and being faced with the edge of the world.

It really is incredible and no description or photo could truly communicate what it's like to be right in the midst (and the mist) of one of the seven wonders of the world. We were all lost for words and a bit shell shocked by the amazingness of what we'd done as we sat down for a gourmet breakfast under a marquee on Livingston island, a few feet from the edge.

You wouldn't believe it but we made the Devil's Pool only days before it would have to close again for the wet season. I can't shake the feeling I have a guardian angel aligning the stars for me along this trip. Whether it was getting to Tanzania just in time for end of Ramadan celebrations, being in Aswan on one of the two days of the year the sun rises on the annex statues of Abu Simbel, or just scraping in to the Devil's Pool. I like to think my Grandma Marjie might be pulling strings from above.

We spent the afternoon lazing by the pool of the hotel next door to our campsite and were treated to a jawdropping only-in-Africa moment. A huge herd of elephant crossing the Zambezi just in front of us. They walk along the bottom and at times only their trunks are visible sticking out of the water. They push the babies to the top for air as they cross. What a beautiful thing to see!

That night we went to a surprisingly scrumptious Italian restaurant in Livingston. The restaurant was a money maker for a local disadvantaged children's charity and all the employees were success stories of the charity themselves. Olgas is worth a visit if you ever go to Zambia.

Zambia was so much fun and I hope I can get back there one day with a week to do the myriad activities on offer in Livingston. A farrrncy honeymoon at the Royal Livingston perhaps!

Love hearing the Harvey Bear anecdotes from home. Miss my lil monster

Xxx

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Tanzania, Malawi, Zambia & Zimbabwe Pics


Hey everyone - rest assured I am still here, i'm just unable to post my backlog of blog entries. I write it every few days on my iphone and then post it when I find wireless internet - which is proving difficult. I'm currently in Nambia and have soooooooooooooo much to update you on so please keep checking in. I'm hoping it will be soon. Thanks for all your messages of encouragement to keep the blog coming!

In the meantime here are the pics from Zambia and Zimbabwe:


and Malawi and Tanzania:


Botswana and Namibia are a lot more culture and landscapes!

Miss you all (one little furry baby in particular)
xxx

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Zulu Dolls

Ok, so when I was little my dad gave me a gorgeous beaded African doll. It was conical in shape, had beads all over it, and gold rings around it's neck, and it's woollen hair was also threaded with beads. I loved that doll, but somewhere along the way it got lost or broken and now i no longer have it.

So, I'd made it my mission to find one of these dolls in Africa. I have searched everywhere, in each country i've been to, to no avail. I've told all the people I'm with to look for them too and there have been many false alarms but still nothing.

So, as we were finishing up in Vic Falls one of the girls on my group came running up saying she'd found the dolls. I was skeptical as i hadn't seen them in the same curio market she directed me to and i grilled her on exactly what they looked like. I couldn't believe they sounded like the ones.

Despite being right at the border, and the exorbitant cost of cabs in such places, I commandeered a taxi to take me back in to town and went looking. And I found the dolls!!

9 countries in and I finally found them in Zimbabwe - next to my dads roots. How poetic! Of course I couldn't stop at one and now have a Russian doll collection if beaded Zulu girls. I love a happy ending.

Love to my bear
Xxx

Victoria Falls

Of course the main reason we were in Zimbabwe was to see one of the seven natural wonders of the world. - Victoria Falls. I'd been a bit disappionted when I heard that we were here in the dry season and the falls were very low this time of year. I had no idea there were better seasons to come see them.

So, when we paid our park fee and rounded the corner to see them i was half expecting something like fitzroy falls back home. Instead I came face to face with an enormous, glorious wall of water. They are HUGE!

A fine mist filled the air, rainbows decorated every direction you turned and the sheer volume of water was mind blowing. This gentle river on top if the gorge was spilling over into a thunderous chasm and the roar was deafening.

As we trekked further in to the park the vegetation changed completely. Because of the constant mist - more like rain when you're right un front - the whole area is a rainforest. In the middle of Africa! Damp and lush and green, with the smell of soggy wood and the vibrancy of colour and life only a wet habitat has.

Victoria Falls is spectacular and deserves wholly it's standing in the seven wonders (I've seen two now - Great Barrier Reef also ticked). Wet season, dry season, doesn't matter when you go, they are absolutely enormous. And must be seen from the Zimbabwe side, or the air to be truly appreciated.

Tell my Harvey that I'll take him in a big walk to Fitzroy Falls when u get back.

Xxx

Zipping over to Zimbabwe


On my third day in Livingston I took myself down to the border bridge in the hope I might conquer my nerves regarding the bungee. In fact I was more scared looking over the railing than I was even thinking about it. Add to that that they tie your feet with a towel and a piece of rope, and that my body isn't exactly ergonomically built for bouncing, and I backed away easily with no regrets. I decided to instead head across the bridge to Zimbabwe for the day.

Aside from being the front-on view of Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe is also the birthplace and childhood playground of my dad. I just couldn't come this far and not cross the border.

So, from the bridge we decided to travel by rickshaw to the border. I knew it was going to be a great day when I received a warthog welcome just inside the gate. As you know these cheeky creatures are my favourite and this time it was a mother and baby that gatekept the entrance.

As it was midday we headed straight for lunch at the spectacular Victoria Falls hotel and sat on the terrace overlooking the Zambezi gorge (and the bridge I couldn't fling myself off). I ordered a delicious crispy salmon fillet salad but had to try my dining companion's ostrich salad too. Turns out ostriche is delicious!

After lunch we headed to the curio market as Zimbabwe has the most incredible carvings I've seen in Africa. Many are life size and carved of Zambezi stone and range from the big 5 animals, to abstracts fluid pieces. there are huge yards filled with these stunning carvings. I would have loved to buy up big but unfortunately postage and luggage weight restrictions to come said otherwise. But I did buy a stone necklace of the Zimbabwe bird to remind me of dad.

I'll refrain from oversharing but readers should know my stomach of steel finally gave up halfway through perusing the markets. It was a very tense, unexpected, and urgent moment. There was a whisper to my shopping buddy, a handing back to a seller the things I'd been looking at, and a mad dash into a nearby shop with a desperate cry that I'd pay to use their bathroom. Cue a pitch black room and some awkward fumblings, only to realise this was the fanciest bathroom I'd "seen" in Africa yet. Relief.

The best of My fly by visit to "Zim" was yet to come... The majestic falls.

Kisses to the bear xxx

Living it up in Livingston


The next morning we were up early to make our way to the adventure capital of southern Africa - Livingston, Zambia. Our campsite at the Waterfront was a hub of activity with cruises coming and going from the port, white water rafters heading out, and everyone squeezing as much into the 3 full days we had there as we possibly could.

I was toying with the idea of bungee jumping but my mind was set on white water rafting the Zambezi. After a presentation outlining all the available activities in Livingston from lion walking to helicopter flights, gorge swinging to building homes for the locals, I was still set on rafting and booked for the next morning.

I promised myself an early night but of course the sunset cruise (that's affectionately known as the "booze cruise") had other ideas. It was a stunning boat ride down the zambezi where we saw hippos, crocodiles and a huge group of elephants frolicicking in the water and on shore. All tinted orange by yet another spectacular African sunset.

But when the sun went down and the boat docked at The Waterfront we were all ready to dance. And even when the rains came we still danced, drenched and deliriously happy. It was a superfun night with the superfun people on my tour, but we were all responsibly in bed by 10.

Heads still hurt in the morning though, despite the early night. But, let me tell you, if they could bottle whitewater rafting as a hangover cure Zambia would be the wealthiest country in Africa. It us the single most exhilarating thing I have ever done!

From the briefing breakfast in the morning they'd decided to call me Esther Crazy and I did my best to not disappoint. I was put on Boyd's boat - an injured kayaking champion who's getting through a set of broken ribs by captaining rafts full of unsuspecting tourists. He's an adrenalin junkie and being in his boat meant taking the hardest route through each of the grade 5 rapids (the hardest in the world you can do). Needless to say we were the only boat that flipped... and it was worth every nail biting moment!

My tenty Katy and I were the only girls on a raft with 6 other men. What a relief we thought. Turns out we were possibly the toughest of the lot of them - although one Irish guy couldn't swim... Talk about brave! We survived the washing machine rapids time and time again and each time you'd fist pump the air with relief and excitement for what you'd just done. Not for the faint hearted, and only the video we got can truly show you the fun, but everyone should do it once in their lifetime.

Now, it would be remiss of me not to mention the one major drawback of the day. Climbing out of the Zambezi gorge. 45 minutes of sheer hell. You literally scale a steep, steep rocky mountain face with a ladder made of flimsy tree branches. Hundreds of makeshift rungs, the heat of midday, pure exhaustion after hauling yourself in and out, up and down in a raft all morning... all while suffering a muscular disease. I'm not even ashamed to say I cried. Yep, I sat down about halfway, when my legs were turned to jelly and my entire body was sapped of strength and I cried. Like a big sook I sobbed "I just can't make it, I know my limitations". I looked up at that clifface and had absolutely no idea how I would get myself up. My disease was at it's worst and I honestly thought my $2K in insurance was actually going to be worth it. But, like every other challenge my illness has thrown at me, I regrouped. With ten jelly steps at a time I made it to the top... And cried again for the sheer strength of my determination. My disease, myasthenia gravis for the curious, has never stopped me before and by every ounce of my willpower it still hasn't. I'm bloody proud of myself.

Needless to say if you're fortunate enough to go to Livingston make sure you do white water rafting in the Zambezi. Just make it a full day to avoid the climb out at half way.

Love to my little Harvey monkey... Tell him mummies alive and will be home soon.

Xxx

Hello Zambia


We crossed the border into Zambia and the difference was immediate. The landscape was flatter and dryer and the people a lot less accessible. Frankly,  they weren't very friendly. They almost scowled at you when you walked through town, but a smiley "hi" and this steely resolve was usually broken.

First stop as usual was the money exchange and we were all immediately millionaires. The kwatcha currency is so huge you forget how cheap it is when dinner costs $70,000!

After crossing through some basic jacaranda painted towns we ended up in burgeoning Lusaka. The shopping centre was so modern you'd think you were at home - if not for the army fatigued men in the supermarket aisles with guns!

We pulled in to Mama Rulas campsite and enjoyed the luxury of warm showers, a swimming pool, and proper raised, flushing toilets (quite a treat after using many bush and squat toilets along the way). It was a guy in our group's birthday and our tour guides cooked the most gourmet meal for us to celebrate. Chocolate cake, thick juicy steaks, homemade bread and jemsquash with butter and sugar - all on a camp stove! We were in high spirits and sat around designing our tour t-shirts and i sewed my badges onto my rucksack. Once again there was the constant prescence of placid camp dogs who I think are the luckiest dogs in Africa. After seeing some of the god forsaken beasts in the street these dogs live like kings - loved by the western campsite owners, and spoiled by the international visitors - they're all fat and happy. Just like me!

The afternoon rains filled the air with a sweet but herbal aroma and it was relaxing after a long day on the road. Early night as we were moving in to an action packed leg of the trip the next day!

Hope my crazy monkey isn't too action packed for mum and daddo... I miss those big black eyes looking for a play partner.

Xxx

whereintheMALAWIarewe?


Oh Malawi how I love thee! What a treat to be in the country my Dad talks so fondly of. He spent his childhood holidays frolicking on the shores of Lake Malawi (the third largest lake in Africa, covering 1/3 of this country) and I was dying to retrace my roots.

From the moment we crossed the border it didn't disappoint. The people were once again friendly and welcoming. They speak very strong English, and everyone I met had an intelligence I couldn't quite put my finger on. Even the street sellers - who can be a pushy irritation elsewhere - were clever and witty in their approach. They had that cocky cheekiness that Aussies do so well, and the banter that immediately endears someone to you. Even if you do have to buy something to enjoy it a little while longer.

Malawian's are a lot darker and broader than the other Africans I've seen. Their features are fuller and their muscles bigger and they share the bright white smiles of those fortunate enough to have untainted drinking water in Africa. Sadly many Tanzanians, especially maasai for instance, have badly rotting teeth. But Malawian's have a blinding Cheshire grin to match their cheeky wit.

We arrived at Chitimba beach on the lake after crossing the border and it was just gorgeous. Lake Malawi looks more like an ocean with white waves and a blue on blue horizon, and we all felt like we'd been plonked down in paradise.

The next day we headed for Kande Beach, where we'd be for the next few nights. We stopped first at Mzuzu though, at the second hand clothing markets, as we had a dress-up party planned for that night. We each had to buy an outfit for a pre-assigned person in our tour group. The crazier the better and the only rule was you had to incorporate a black garbage bag into the outfit. It was hysterical. The person dressing me made me a pink and purple fairy complete with a purple veil and black plastic wings. Some of the boys had really gone to town on each other with  various stages of cross-dress.

The next few days the only thing we were told to do was to get out and enjoy Lake Malawi. Some girls went horse riding on the beach, at the end of which you ride the horse bare back straight into the lake for a swim. With over 500 types of fish in the lake diving is spectacular and my "tenty" Katy took up this option. Some others took a village tour and spent the day playing with kids at the local school where each deskless class had 120 kids in it! I, however, was content to just lie beside the lake watching the locals and fellow campers enjoy this water wonderland. I again ignored the risk of parasites, just as I had in Egypt, and dived straight in to the cool blue waters. Without a care in the world I just floated on my back being rocked gently by the waves as I looked over the mountains of Malawi.

I've also found a new mascot. Malawian's believe in this wonderful mythical creature called a tokoloshe... a lucky man. He's a troll-like figure with a protruding belly and a sway back who creates mischief everywhere he goes. They do wonderful teak carvings of tokoloshes of all shapes an sizes. Naturally I fell in love with this creature and decided I needed one as a partner in crime. So one of the locals aquired a big block of wood and proceeded to carve one especially for me! It was wonderful to see this raw block of wood transform into my very own lucky man by sunset.

A local guy named Banjo Patterson also spent the day roasting a pig on a spit for us. It was delicious, and chatting with him throughout the day was so interesting. He floated the option of me volunteering in kande beach at the school and billeting with a local family fit a pittance. I can't stop thinking about it since.

Our final night we stayed in Lilongwe. The drive was stunning - past thatched hut villages where children would run out squealing with excitement at the sight of our truck. One village with stalls selling intricate woven baskets, another with table after table of dried fish.

Taking a huge overland trip like this really is a panoramic shot of diverse landscapes, myriad cultures, and allows you to see the similarities and differences of each region as you pass through. It doesn't have the cultural depth of becoming a member of the community like volunteering in Tanzania did, but it gives you an equally insightful perspective of the continent of Africa and all it's beauty & diversity. I'm so fortunate to have been able to do both types of trips as I am really getting the best of Africa.

We'd covered some magnificent scenery in Malawi. The lake, the mountains overlooking the lake, a silver boabab forest where these enormous trunked trees really do look like they'd grown upside down with their roots in the air as the locals believe. Or the expansive rubber tree plantations.

Malawi is a stunning country blessed to have its lake of life. While playing scrabble in Lilongwe with my new friends, I had a moment where it hit me. I am living the dream!

Miss my Harvey (and my family & friends) more everyday though.

Xxx

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Tanzania Take Two


After a humongous farewell night in Ethiopia I was a little worse for wear when i commenced the next leg of my trip - taking an overland truck from Zanzibar to Cape Town. My pack was lighter, having posted 12.5 kgs of my ruck sack back home, and i was ready to really see the wonders of Africa.

I arrived with a Finnish girl also doing my tour and we set off to meet the rest of our group - some who'd commenced their route 10 days earlier in Nairobi. Since the people you're with make or break a 5 week tour like this i was relieved to find a friendly, outgoing collection of 20 somethings welcoming us warmly into the fold. This was going to be fun!

We went to a local bar to celebrate one of the girls' 30th birthdays but i turned in early, unable to back up from the night before. I was also low on cash, but more on that later. In the morning it was up early for... wait for it... ANOTHER Zanzibar Spice Tour! If you're a blog reader you'll remember my last torturous one with the Bomb Squad. Boredom at it's best, and one of the girls even remarked we should make t-shirts that read "I survived the Spice Tour". Twice for me.

Before heading North we stopped at a bank where my growing fears were realized. No money. Mum had transferred my money for this leg days earlier (save keeping it all on one card all the time) but it still hadn't arrived. And we were about to head north with no ATMs for 3 days. I was laden with Ethiopian Birr and Egyptian pounds but no beureau de change would covert them for me. I was really fretting cos I had about $5 left in Tanzanian shillings. So, after trying everything I could I was forced to board the bus up north, cashless. I promptly spent the last of my money on an S.O.S email to mum but due to the 8 hr time difference it was Saturday morning in Australia when she got it. Still, she called my Aunty Claire in Sydney who dashed to the airport as it was the only branch open... And they saved the day! When I woke up the next day I had money in the bank. Massive thank yous to the rescue squad!

So, I found myself back at the Sunset Bungalows, where I stayed last month with my volunteering tour. To really round out the Zanzibar de ja vu I ran into some girls and a guy I'd volunteered with then too. We made a few extra friends on the beach and all made plans to go back to this cute little restaurant with 3 tables on the sand and the best fish stew in Zanzibar. Waves lapping at your feet, and thousands of stars sparkling in the sky above - iconic African decor.

The next day I blissfully did absolutely nothing. After being ferried around constantly in Egypt it was a nice change to not have anything I must do. Besides, I had to conserve my energy for the big Halloween party that night that everyone was buzzing about.

Now, when you only have the contents of a rucksack and a basic bungalow with which to create a Halloween costume your options are severely limited. There were a lot of bed sheet togas and first aid kit mummies at the party, but I of course decided to be different and went as Smurfette in my pretty blue dress. I can safely say it was the worst costume EVER. Firstly it was crap. Secondly, Africa doesn't have the Smurfs so to them I just looked like someone who'd gone overboard on the blue eyeshadow and had a penchant for big white headscarves (how African). I was shuffled out of photos and quizzed at the door, and spent the night constantly explaining who I was to blank faces. I was also very sunburnt (should have gone as a stop sign in hindsight) and was drinking my favourite African cider - Redd's... the irony certainly wasn't lost on me.

Still my lead balloon costume didn't stop one of the dancers from hauling me up on stage where I was taught how to booty roll like a local while being draped in an enormous python!

My head was sore again the next morning and the flu I'd been gallantly warding off for the last few days had just the assistance it needed to take hold. I was a coughing, sneezing, headachy mess for the next few days.

Discovering that the owner of Makindi campsite, where we stayed outside Dar Es Salaam on the mainland 2 days later, was a closet clothing designer did give me some relief though. After more than 2 months wearing the same clothes I was desperate for a change and her cute cotton print pants and colorful dresses were a savior and a steal.

I then had 2 solid days of driving (23 hours all up) to get acquainted with our overland truck (never call it a bus apparently) as we wound our way through southern Tanzania towards our next destination. Malawi here I come!

I love Tanzania and it was so nice to see this friendly country again. I'll miss it like I do Ethiopia... And my little monkey back home. Kisses for my little guy with the softest fur in the world.

Xxx

Btw did you know "Tanzania" was the hybrid name given to the country when Tanganyika and Zanzibar became  one?

A little love note to Ethiopia


It pains me to have to condense Ethiopia into a single entry more in the interest of catching up. Let it not detract from the fact that Ethiopia is 100% my favourite country so far. When you are there you feel like you're in on a little secret. No words can do it justice, which is perhaps why my entries from here have been so sparse. I've been too busy enjoying this awesome country to write about it!

But, in the interest of preserving the memories, these are a few of my favourite things...

Firstly, communication in Ethiopia! Here you greet people with 3 kisses on the cheek. Awkward at first but definitely an intimacy icebreaker - everyone's a friend when you've kissed them 3 times to say hello! And then there's all the men holding hands. Walking down the street you frequently see whole groups of men hand in hand just chatting. They drape over each other at dinner and are fabulously comfortable with open manlove. My favourite though is that Ethiopians gasp for "yes" in conversation. While you're talking they nod and inhale quickly (the kind of gasp you do when a car suddenly pulls out of a driveway near a toddler). It's disarming at first but it grows on you. I felt too goofy to give it a go myself though.

Then there's the food. We had two favourite traditional Ethiopian restaurants - Yod Abyssinia and Herbesha 3000. Each time we'd get a traditional platter laden with tibs. The whole bottom of the shared platter is covered by a huge sour, bubbly pancake called Injerra. On top of they place little piles of meat, sauce, eggs and cheese. You then get rolls of Injerra on the side and, using only your right hand, everyone tears off strips and scoops up the piles on the plate. It's very spicey... And very yummy! Washed down with some honey wine- it's an Ethiopian feast.

No feast would be complete without entertainment though, and boy do the Erhiopians know how to put on show! Each region has a traditional dance. To describe it its like watching a chicken "popping" with jerky quick movements of their heads, chests and shoulders. They also do this amazing head-spinning dance that's so hard and fast it looks like their heads will fly off into the audience! A lot of the moves are very suggestive (like the women wearing horse tails while grinding the men pretending to whip them).

A good Ethiopian dinner and show can only be followed by one thing... A short ride in a blue and white cab for bright blue Kamikaze shots at a fantastic local club. And there are loads to choose from.

Addis Ababa has all the conveniences of a modern city, without compromising it's African charm. The shopfronts are painted vivid pinks and aquas and turquoise. What look like butchers shops with hanging carcasses are everywhere, but they're actually Ethiopian fast food. You buy strips of the raw meat and eat it on the spot. Bright, embellished umbrellas hang everywhere and woman use them in the streets to protect their prized fair skin. And the beautiful coffin shops you see everywhere stacked high with bright, sparkling, velvet & gold coffins, with matching fluro wreaths. The coffins are beautiful and let it be on the record that I want a bright Ethiopian coffin when I die.

The city also has buzzing shopping hubs like Entoto where I bought some gorgeous traditional dresses in light cottons and vibrant colours. Nothing about Ethiopian culture is subtle or dull!

This may have to do with it being the only African country that was never colonized. Save for a 4 year warring period with Italy, Ethiopia has maintained it's rich and diverse African heritage since time immemorial. The people are proud of this and this strength permeates and magnifies all aspects of their culture, carrying the past as an integral part of their present.

The women still put butter in their hair and traditional head dresses can be bought everywhere. They and the regional crosses were two souvenirs I happily picked up. Each region is known for it's unique clothing, food, dance and historical significance and they celebrate this diversity.

The historical route is amazing and rivals all but Egypt's ancient sights in Africa. Not many people know these ancient relics are here, or even that key landmarks like the start of the (blue) Nile is here at Lake Tana. I went to one ancient church in the mountains carved right into the solid rock that was once purported to have housed the Arc of the Covenant. A lovely local hermit showed us around before taking us through the woods nearby for a breataking view over Addis. We had ridden horses from the British Embassy into these mountains a fortnight earlier and the view blew me away then too.

My family in Ethiopia were so generously hospitable and went out of their way to show me the best of their gorgeous country. I cant thank them enough. Another highlight was a 4 day trip down south to Lake Langano where we bunkered down at a little cottage beside the red mineral lake. We played scrabble, took swims, lay out spotting shooting stars, collected porcupine quills, canoed along the foreshore, taunted nearby hyenas, and laughed till our cheeks hurt. I lost my treasured pink kikoi when i capsized my canoe about 50m offshore, only to find it on the bottom of the lake with a single dive when i went to look for it later! We were visited by some enormous birds, and some cute colorful ones, Lyndsay spotted a snake, and I got to see a stunning Abyssinian cat. My family are wonderfully mad & eccentric and it was a blast making mischief with them. The long drive there took us past clustered Ethiopian villages and roadside stalls - some selling giant pumpkins.

We met some awesome people along the way and I have resolved to try and live in Ethiopia with my Harvey Bear one day. I love and adore Ethiopia and will miss it dearly. A special mention to my partner in crime and the most fabulous lady ever - Lily... you dropped something!!

Don't forget my Harvey Bear... Mwahhh

Xxx

An Egyptian anecdote


One night when our felucca was resting beside a Nubian village we had to walk a plank to get to shore to use their amenities. One of the ladies with us didn't think she could balance well enough to cross it. So our cook jumped up, demonstrated how easy it was, turned to her from the other side and said "see... walk like an Egyptian".

Priceless!

The last of Egypt

The next few days took us too some equally incredible temples and tombs. Like Kom Ombo - still largely intact and vividly colourful with it's original paint. My favourite was the powdered-lapislazuli bright blue roof covered with white painted stars. I'll recreate them in my home one day. Next was Karnak, on the East bank of Luxor, an enormous temple- the size of 66 football fields, that took 1300 years to build! Or Luxor Temple, also on the east bank, that we got to see at night.

Luxor is such an ancient city that every time they knock down a building they can find a temple or a statue underneath it. Many locals have become wealthy from digging under their houses and selling the uncovered treasures on the black market. Because of this the government is currently in the process of kicking everyone out of Luxor and making it a tourist-only precinct for antiquities and hotels only. Opinion is divided over this.

We were woken during darkness hours the next morning to make our way across to the east bank for a sunrise hot air balloon ride. It was the most beautiful thing I have done on my trip so far! The Valley of the Kings, and Hatshepsuts Temple - that we'd both see again later - were illuminated gold as the sun rose slowly across the Nile. As our balloon dipped low we hovered over the backyards of the villagers going about their morning chores. Then we'd rise high again for a birds eye view of the ancient wonders sitting patiently as they have for millennia, beside the burgeoning, buzzing city of Luxor.

The Temples later did not disappoint either-however the 48 degree temperature at Hatshepsuts Temple was tough going! I sought refuge in a coffee shop where a cold drink would be cheaper if made of solid gold!

The highlight for me though was seeing Tutankhamun's tomb at the Valley of the Kings complete with his mummy lying peacefully where it has for thousands of years. It was stunning and again no book could prepare you for the reality of seeing it. Like the fact the mummy sparkles black because of the resin used. Or how short he is - about the size if a ten year old. It was a once in a lifetime experience and worth every cent. The Colosseum of Memnon rounded out the day.

That night we caught an overnight to Cairo (I held out for 12 hours just to avoid using the toilet!) and again my uncanny ability to sleep anywhere came in handy. Nodded off as we pulled out in Luxor and woke up as we pulled in to Cairo.

I am also proud to say my stomach of steel has held out even in notorious Egypt. Turns out my brilliant Dr Nalder was onto something when he armed me with the following travel advice - take one acidophilus tablet and a multi vitamin a day. I have eaten street food, drunk tap water, and swum in the Nile and remain fit as a fiddle! Touch wood.

The food was amazing too. I'll especially miss the Koshary (rice, noodles, pasta, beans & tomatoes thrown in a bowl - Egyptian fast food) and the delicious beef kofta which is also found in the McArabia at McDonalds.

Our last few days were spent living it up in Cairo. Daniel and I caught a movie downtown, complete with intermission and barely audible language (they turn down the English words like in karaoke and turn up the background sound). Daniel picked up some perfectly fitted jeans after we noticed every guy in Egypt owned a pair - he looked very "hamsome"! We survived another day crossing kamikaze roads and got very lost looking for our hotel.

A highlight of our final Cairo leg was going to Dreampark - the biggest theme park in the Middle East. It was so much fun, and nothing could compare to click-click-clicking  up the enormous roller coaster only to hear Daniel exclaim "look at the Pyramids" at the top! I got stuck in a swarm of people wanting to take my photo, and much to our distress we were shadowed by two huge bodybuilders as we made our escape. As we piled into a taxi we realized they'd actually been doing it to protect us from the growing mob.

I was sad to leave this incredible heaving, historical country, but was now en route to say my goodbyes to Ethiopia...

Snuggles for my gorgeous Harvey Bear who's being very well looked after by his Nana Anna and Grandpa Sean. Thanks M & D!!!

Xxx

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Friday, October 22, 2010

Down the river we go, WE GO!


I've completely lost my bearings. I have no idea what day it is, what time it is, or where exactly I am. All I know is that I'm lying sun-kissed and sleepy on a Felucca somwhere on the west bank of the Nile. The full moon illuminating the night sky, while an Egyptian wedding somewhere upstream fills the air with music. Traditional food in my tummy and a bonfire being built on the sand. Heaven!

The last few days have blurred together in a whirlwind adventure as I've sampled the best of Aswan in Egypt's South (or Upper Nile just to confuse you). Our first day here saw us stagger off the train in sweltering heat, seeking temporary refuge in our hotel pool. There we met a fantastically eccentric old English lady, leathered skin dripping in gold, bleach blonde curls, and foggy heiroglyphic tattoos bearing testament to her long love affair with Egypt. She told us some great stories (she's one of the few Captains left who can smell the changing wind apparently) and gave us tips for our trip. She was just the colourful character you hope to meet on a trip like this - oh the stories you'd hear if you had the time! She wished us luck as we rushed off to meet our tour.

The afternoon took us to the enormous High Dam - a feat of modern construction and the backbone of the region's power and water infrastructure. The High Dam also caused the formation of Nasser's Lake that stretches through to the Sudan. So huge it looks like an ocean, it nearly destroyed 18 ancient monuments including the Philaen temple which we saw next. It was beautiful and while it's a shame all these ancient buildings had to be painstakingly dissected, and precisely reassembled on higher ground, it is a relief they were salvaged. And so well.

The most impressive of the lot, and as iconic as the Pyramids in Giza, is Abu Simbel. We have all seen pictures of the 4 enormous rock-hewn figures outside, but I never knew there was an expansive temple carved right into the mountain behind them. The heiroglyphics and war-scene murals are minutely detailed and promote Ramses II prowess as a warrior king. Deep within the temple, three cavernous halls back, on the farthest wall, are four more statues. The ancient Egyptian architects were so precise that when the sun would rise on the 21st of February and 21st of October every year - key dates on the Egyptian calender - it would rise on the faces on these 4 figures deep inside the temple. And only on these dates. Amazing! (Since it's been moved it now happens on the 22nd - Mum's Bday)

Ramses II also built a 2nd temple in Abu Simbel for the most beloved of his many wives - Nefertari. The 2nd temple is almost as awestriking as his own and, despite the 43 degree heat, we slowly took in every wall. It really is mind blowing.

It is no small task getting to Abu Simbel mind you. First there's the 2:15am wake-up to make it there by 7:00am while the sun is still bearable. Then there's the mandatory police escort through the desert for the 3 hour trip. And by the end of it my feet were so swollen from the heat I couldn't wear my shoes anymore. But of course, every moment was worth it. Spare a thought for the men who built these monuments, deep in the desert!

We had enjoyed a lovely Nubian dinner and show the night before so by the time we got back to the hotel we were spent. No rest yet though - there'd be plenty of time for that on the felucca. We boarded our little boat in the afternoon and, after a brief stop off at Kitchener's Island botanical gardens, we commenced our 2 night cruise. As we zig-zagged our way up the Nile, lounging on the mattress deck under the crouch-size canopy, listening to the sounds of the river (a donky eey-awwing, boys playing soccer on the banks, a fish plopping nearby) I was glad we hadn't upgraded to a noisy cruise ship. The Felucca is basic but authentic and just how the Nile should be admired.

At night we visited a Nubian house whose western-style amentities we used gratefully. More apple shisha and I slept like a baby, waking only once - to a burnt orange sunrise in the morning. Divine.

After another half day sailing in the sun I was ready for a swim. I shook off the microseconds hesitation for swimming in the Nile - no longer home to crocodiles, but supposedly host to some nasty parasites - and dived straight in. It was so inviting and luscious we even had the Aussie doctor in our group swimming in no time!

I spent the rest of today finishing a must-read book - Eric Weiner's The Geography of Bliss. Pop out and buy it at lunch - wery witty and appropriate for anyone who loves travel and the pursuit of happiness.

... I've just come back from dancing around the bonfire with my new-found Aussie friends (we're EVERYWHERE) and am snuggled under my mozzie net under the watchful gaze of the full moon and it's sidekick of the African skies - Jupiter. Thinking about my Aussie family and friends who are just waking up.

Happy Birthday Mama!

Give my Harvey Bear a huge cuddle - I miss him so much.

xxx

P.S. The Mexican doesn't think he's getting enough airplay in my blog. To quote him - "you sound like you're here alone". Let me just say he's the best travel buddy ever. I'd be lost on this trip without him and am so glad our paths have crossed again after first meeting while volunteering together in Tanzania. We've taken to telling the street sellers we're Russian and then talking in fake Russian, which inevitably ends up with us rolling around in peels of laughter and the sellers backing away from the two crazy people. He's also made it his mission to see just how many camels he can get for me - today it was 2 million, while yesterday the highest offer was only 2! He's an awesome mate and his "peace and love" life philosophy is rubbing off on me. Ok, we're off for a cocktail before our hot air balloon ride over the Valley of the Kings in the morning. T.I.A!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Cairo City


Day three was a tour of Cairo and we got to see some key religious sites, the famous markets, the infamous Cairo museum, and of course that unfortunate eyesaw of plague proportions - the Retired American tourist.

I really hate to perpetuate stereotypes but these insensitive, self righteous people honestly do it for me. One woman, while standing in Cairo's most sacred and breathtaking Mosque proclaimed at the top if her lungs, "I literally have sweat dripping between my ass cheeks". She then turned to a table laden with traditional Muslim head dresses and observed "that would make a great Halloween costume"! Outside we saw a fat American man walking through the Mosque courtyard with his entire shirt unbuttoned and his enormous gut blowing in the wind. Intolerable!!!!

Anyway the mosque was architecturally and artistically beautiful, as was the 1600 yr old catholic church. We giggled at the tacky plastic souvenirs in the gift shop - transparent virgin Mary alarm clock anyone? Crucifix calculator? It is nice to see that Egypt is so proud of the co-existence of both faiths.

Next stop was the market. This was an intricate rabbit warren of stalls selling everything imaginable. But when the hassling got a bit too much and I'd had another hard bum squeeze, we decided to sit it out. We another delicious local meal as we rested our weary legs. We needed to conserve our energy cos we were off to the famous Egyptian Museum.

The crowds were still huge at 3pm as we took a tour of the most important of the 120,000 exhibits - as many again are in storage, awaiting the erection of the new museum which will be ready in 2012. The highlight of course was Tutankhamun's treasure.

The cache did not disappoint... I have never seen so much gold in my life! But it's the detail that astounds. Thousands of stones inlaid into intricate jewellery, two huge sarcophagus', or his myriad funeral furniture. We debated the existence of the curse - I'm definitely a believer. Seeing those artifacts that I'd studied so hard in highschool was amazing... It all came flooding back.

What really gets me though is that all this treasure was found for a boy king who only reined for ten years and had no other notable achievements. Just imagine what must have been left for the great kings like Ramses II had grave robbers over the years not beat us to it. I mean, even Lord Carnavon who funded the expedition that found Tutankhamun's tomb was entitled to a third of it's contents, according to government policy at the time. A state sponsored form of modern grave robbery if you ask me. Luckily the curse got him quickly and the entire contents stayed where it belongs - in Egypt.

This theme permeates much of what we see - foreign countries helping themselves to Egypt's ancient history. The great pyramid for instance is 10 metres shorter than it should be because of someone helping themselves to the smaller granite blocks on top. A huge amount of relief work in the tombs is damaged cos the Christians defaced these representations of foreign gods. A copy of the Rosetta stone hangs in the museum because France traded the original with Britain in return for passage back to France for it's occupying soldiers. It still hangs in the British Museum. Shame. When these graves were robbed at least the mummies were left behind - but sadly they were then later burned by Arab militants seeking refuge in the tombs, because the resin used to mummify them burned slowly. So much history lost!

After another long, exhausting, rewarding day we headed for the train station for our overnight train to Aswan. We smoked some apple Shisha and tried a scrumptious Egyptian drink of hot milk mixed with coconut powder with nuts and sultanas stirred into it. Delish!

We copped a ribbing from those on the sleeper train but were pleasantly surprised to find the sitting train was like business class on an aeroplane. The toilets, however were not. But the seats reclined right back and I got in ten hours of sleep, only interrupted briefly by a foghorn snorer a few rows back.

While alighting in Aswan we were greeted with a wall of searing heat... But more on that later.

Big kiss for Harvey Bear xxx