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This Is The End, Beautiful Friendsthemoonshark

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 18:48:15 +0000

With the final border crossed, we took shelter in a town called Springbok, in the rustic, chintzy charms of Annie’s Cottage, an oasis of Laura Ashley floral prints, knick knacks and frills, seeming incongruent to the dusty wilderness from which we’d come. The shower was powerful enough to blast away the dust that had clogged […](image)


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The Ludicrosity Of The Long Distance Driverthemoonshark

Fri, 07 Mar 2008 14:22:18 +0000

We pushed the little white Polo as fast as we dared across the dusty deserted Namibian plains, the radio fading in and out but always playing rubbish. The sky was beginning to bruise, the sun waning above the distant mountains to our west and sending stripes of orange and crimson glory shooting up like flames. […](image)


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The Garden Routthemoonshark

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 18:08:59 +0000

Morning broke early at Nan’s house in Port Elizabeth, we tiptoed downstairs to make a brew and try and find a TV to watch the Ricky Hatton fight. Denied by the lack of satellite, we were compensated by Nan’s wild tales of her youth. The highlight, her tale of marriage to a famous English cricketer […](image)


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Translucent Transkei Trangressionsthemoonshark

Tue, 12 Feb 2008 12:46:46 +0000

We piled back on the Spaz Bus and left behind Durban’s humdrumdidum, joining the motorway heading west towards the Wild Coast, the Transkei. Our driver, Joe, filled the early morning silence with witty banter, racially stereotyping, amongst others, the local Indian population as money-obsessed uber-capitalists and members of the Zulu tribe as incapable of settling […](image)


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Yebo Soweto And More Mountain Madnessthemoonshark

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 14:57:15 +0000

Front seat tucked up in greater comfort than ever before in a combi/matola/chapa/matatu, we climbed swiftly up and over the pass through the spectacular mountains separating Swaziland and Mpumulanga province. On either side of us majestic panoramas unfolded into the distance, rolling like a rumpled green velvet carpet that someone’s spilt sporadic broccoli over, perhaps.South […](image)


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A Slice Of Swazthemoonshark

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 20:52:06 +0000

The combi van sputtered its way through the rolling green hills of Swaziland and we drank in the beauty of the homeland of the personification of Withnailia, this tiny insignificant corner of southern Africa, with one of the last royal families clinging to power and one of the highest rates of HIV infection in the […](image)


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Mother’s Ruinthemoonshark

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 16:06:11 +0000

A light drizzle tumbled out of the grey morning sky as we crested the hill and caught sight of the border post, at least a couple of kilometres walk away – non-ideal.  We continued our heavy laden trudge for a minute or two and then turned to look back up the road as we heard […](image)


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Number One Is Foodthemoonshark

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 17:38:10 +0000

The Blood of Cheese Hearse duly did the trick and we were deposited anon at the border town of Chipata. Here we were, naturally, but quite politely and with some skill, ripped off on a currency exchange and then bundled into a Toyota Corolla – which then cruised the streets until it was filled with […](image)


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Bathing in the Blood of Cheese Hearsethemoonshark

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 16:59:05 +0000

The train rattled off into the night and we finally saw Dar Es Salaam slide away into the distance with nothing but a scene of relief. We hunkered down in our compartment, with  convenient access to the adjacent bar car, and waited for sleep to come. The next two days passed in a relaxing mood as […](image)


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Habari Hammock Nzuri, Asante Sanathemoonshark

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 15:40:52 +0000

Morning came in Moshi and we decided to start the day with a relaxing massage to rid our bodies of the aches and pains of the mountain. Sadly, the masseur was a grumpy deaf mute and the massage was mediocre at best. Shrugging our shoulders, we took a ride into Moshi in search of cafe […](image)


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