Showing posts with label Lesotho. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lesotho. Show all posts

Friday, August 21, 2009

106 Bottles (or drafts if you are lucky) of Beer on the Wall

If you are uninterested in beer then it might be best to save yourself 5 minutes and skip this post!
Having lived in Northern California for nearly 5 years, we have caught the beer bug and have been longing for cold drafts of west coast microbrew throughout the trip. Often we reminisce of the happy hours in San Francisco at Rogue Ale House, Vesuvio, Kennedy’s and of course, The Buccaneer.

Being beer enthusiasts we have made a point to sample the domestically produced beer in each country that we have visited in the hopes of learning not only what styles are preferred but also what role this wonderful drink plays abroad. Six months in we have visited 18 countries and sampled 106 domestically produced beers. The styles and tastes preferred have varied as well as the role that beer plays in each culture.

The world of beer styles is essentially split into two groups. ales and lagers. The essential difference is the yeast used in production, top fermenting vs bottom fermenting, and outside of that, both styles can offer a wide array of beers. Colleen and I are ale drinkers. Unless it is an early Saturday morning with Miller Lite during college football season (go Hawks!) or the conclusion of a long bike or run, we usually find ourselves sipping a cold pint or bottle of ale of some sort. Interestingly enough, the rest of the world heavily prefers the lager style of beer.
Availability of different labels has varied greatly from country to country. In Vietnam we have been treated to 18 different labels of beers while in Lesotho we were only able to track down one, the national lager called Mulati.

Over 70% of the beer we have sampled has been lager with the occasional surprise of an ale every now and then. If you like lagers such as Budweiser or Heineken, you would be in good company in most parts of the world. Most all the lagers we have sampled are fairly straight forward, light in color, lower in alcohol, and not much malt flavor or mouth feel outside of the presence of a slight alcohol taste. Most all contain adjuncts of some sort, usually rice or corn (or as they call it everywhere else, maize). Many add a fair amount of sugar prior to fermentation to boost alcohol levels (but impart no taste) and in Eastern Africa they even add unfermentable sugars to the mix resulting in a beer that can only be described as a Budweiser with a tablespoon of sugar added. There have been some great finds though, including the wonderful Laurentina Clara in Mozambique, the all natural Windhoek of Namibia, and the high alcohol Kingfisher Red of India. Rwanda, moving forward since the tragedies of the mid 1990s brought with it a tasteful Primus Lager served in traditional Belgian glassware, a reminder of it's colonial past.

Nearly all of the ales we have found have been in Ireland, the UK and South Africa. We were treated to unpasturized 'live ale' in London, a special treat that is hand drawn at traditional pubs. We also spent a fair amount of time with 750 ml bottles of Castle Milk Stout while camping in South Africa and we have also enjoyed half liters of dark ales recently in Vietnam.

I have found it very interesting the amount of mass produced large label beer available throughout the world. Carlsberg and Heineken are mainstays in most every country we have visited. We have actually had Carlsberg (Danish) that was produced domestically in Malawi as well as Amstel (Dutch) produced in Jordan and Lowenbrau (German) produced in Nepal.

We have been lucky enough to visit a total of 8 microbreweries so far getting a taste for small batch beer in each continent we have visited. Vietnam has been the surprise of the group boasting a microbrewery in a majority of all sizable towns we have visited. A stop for a beer at Legends microbrewery of Hanoi turned into and afternoon of discussion with the German Brewmaster. He introduced himself as I was seated at the bar staring at the brewing equipment and asked if I was Australian. I responded and clarified that I was American and asked him if he was Czec. It was a good way to break the ice and lead to an afternoon of beers he refused to let us pay for. Turns out his name was Werner and he was from Ramstein Germany and had been working in breweries since he was 13 (he was now in his mid 50s) eventually moving to Africa to brew and now to Vietnam. He was the owner and turned out to be very open to discussing his operation: he ships in a container of malt and hops from Germany every 3 months and brews 40 times per month on his 10 barrel system. He regularly sold 1500 liters of beer a day in his 400 person beer hall and distributed what was left over. I told him I thought he needed a larger brewing system to which he replied that the his Vietnamese investors would not approve it. So for now, he brews at least once a day, seven days a week.
Beer prices and packaging have also varied greatly from country to country. The most costly place we have drank was our first stop, Dublin, where we paid up to $6 USD for a pint of Kilkenny on draft. Africa brought with it low prices for beer (always by the bottle, never available by draft) where we bought 750 ml bottles of domestic beer for as little as $0.60 in Uganda. All in all, draft beer has only been found in about 1/4 of the places we have visited and the preference seems to be toward large bottles (deposit required in Africa) over cans.
The closest thing I have found to homebrew abroad has been the street beer of Vietnam, known as 'bia hoi'. Always served by draft out of a shabby looking keg placed curbside, bia hoi has been easy on the pocketbook as you can sit on the sidewalk in a plastic chair drinking low alcohol draft beer for around $0.25 a glass. There was also the homemade Tibetan beer offered in Nepal which consisted of a scoops of fermented millet grain placed in a large metal stein and topped off with steaming hot water. The bitter fruit wine like drink was then sipped through a metal straw and each stein refilled multiple times with hot water until all of the alcohol and flavor had been extracted from the fermented millet.
The role beer plays in each country has varied greatly. In the largely Muslim state of Jordan it is almost non existent outsite of the tourist areas. We did not see beer for sale or have a drink for nearly 2 weeks prior to trudging through a downpour to the other side of town for a cool draft of Amstel. In Africa, beer drinking was usually reserved for the men who began drinking in the early afternoon on roughly welded bar stools placed outside wood shacks roadside. In SE Asia, drinking is done at all times of day, and it is not uncommon to see businessmen having a drink by early afternoon. Unfortunately in many countries the drinking has become a curse of the poor and I wonder how a man with thread bare clothes and no shoes can be drinking beer after beer. Then I have to remind myself that the same thing occurs back home and unfortunately there is no help for these people. Beer, as always, accompanies celebration as well in most countries. Whether it was the completion of a long work week in Ireland, a Saturday night in Capetown, a wedding in India or locals on vacation in Vietnam, there was usually a person to be found enjoying a cold one.
Tonight we have our first sips of Beer Laos, the much famed national brew of the new country we have entered.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Africa Round Up

We have completed the Africa segment of our trip. 88 days and 9 countries. Countless memories and more stories than we will ever be able to tell. We have shared a small fraction of our experiences with this blog and have captured further sights with our pictures. Regardless, neither the blog or our pictures can holistically capture the experience we have had over the last three months. Words can't fully explain and most often cameras and pictures were not an acceptable thing with locals, so we will have the experiences in our mind to share with all of you when we meet again. We have put together the lists below as a summary of our experiences and we hope you enjoy!

Things We Learned
-Chad is an extremely hard name to pronounce for Africans, Colleen is rather easy (odd as there is an African country named Chad)
-Africans Love Enrique Eglesias (especially cab drivers), and Rihanna and Beyonce....a lot...other western pop music you will hardly hear but they love those three
-Rwandans in the capital of Kigali LOVE buffets
-If someone tells you to turn left you have a 50/50 chance of going the right direction (thank goodness for hand gestures)
-Che is idolized everywhere...he is currently pictured on a book cover in our hotel next to Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela
-African oranges are green
-Muzungu is everyone's favorite word (means whitey, and people reminded us we were white every chance they got)
-Just because you pay for a plane ticket, have a confirmation and receipt doesn't mean you actually have a ticket
-Your chances of surviving a Tanzanian bus trip are pretty low, they drive over 90 MPH and the busses look like something out of the Mad Max movies
-You can barter any clothes item if you run out of money
-If you are hungry enough lemons can be eaten as a meal
-Don't take a good pair of sandals for granted
-When there are no other options, your body and mind are able to overcome unthinkable situations
-Never underestimate the value of human kindness from complete strangers
-Never have more than 1 beer in a local bar (trust us, we learned)
-Only eat in restaurants that are crowded....high turnover means less chance of getting sick
-Word of mouth is HUGE in the travel circle in Africa, learn from other's mistakes...and try not to make them again yourself
-There is always room for one more on a Mozambique bus if they have money
-African babies don't cry. Our hypothesis is that they are conditioned to not receiving what they want.
-You don't need much to be happy in life...pretty much we were reassured this every day we met people

Top Africa Lists
Favorite Sight: Soussevlei (Sand Dunes), Namibia
Best Sunset: Addo Elephant Park, South Africa
Favorite Food: Zanzibar
Friendliest People: Lesotho
Best Beach: Kendwa Beach, Zanzibar
Favorite Big City: Cape Town, South Africa
Favorite Small City: Rhodes, South Africa (Chad enjoyed the small town fly fishing crowd more than Colleen)
Least Favorite Town: Nampula, Mozambique
Best Beer Selection: Mozambique...actually found something besides light lager there
Worst Touts: Nhkata Bay, Malawi & Tanzanian Bus Stations
Place We Wish We Had More Time In: Uganda
Place We Could Have Spent Less Time In: Malawi (that darn ferry)
First On Our List for Our Next Visit: Ethiopia
Cheapest Room: $4.22, Colleen's birthday night
Longest Bus Journey: 17 hours (honorable mention to the 58 hour ferry which does not qualify)
Number of times Colleen ate beef byproducts: 1 (damn beef gluten in South African jelly beans)
Countries we were awaken by the morning call to prayer: 9, every one!
Most Expensive Country: Botswana at $121.32 per day, this number is slightly skewed as we were only there 2 days and had the rental car and expensive lodging
Least Expensive Country: Mozambique at $60.58 per day, days are cheap when you cant find much food!
Current Average Cost Per Trip Day: $79.22, well below our $100 a day budget which is a relief

Currently we are in Goa, India and enjoying every minute of our first country in a new continent. Internet is more prevalent here than in Africa and we will be in touch.

-Chad& Colleen

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Waterfalls and Canyons

The border crossing from Lesotho back into South Africa was extremely quick. In fact, they didn’t even bother to check both of our passports. After crossing back in, we decided the best route into Namibia would be driving straight west, all the way back across South Africa to enter Namibia from the south. After 2 long days of driving and a quick 1 night stop in Kimberly (known for having the biggest manually dug hole in the world), we arrived in Augrabies. Augrabies is a small town, but it sits outside Augrabies National Park, known for its cascading waterfalls. We hit the park at an optimal time as the floods in the north had brought large volumes of water into the gorge leading to a handful of individual side waterfalls in addition to the main falls. We spent two nights camping outside the park in wine country sandwiched between grape vines and lime trees.

From Augrabies it was a 2 hour jaunt northward to Namibia (again we selected a small remote dirt/gravel road boarder crossing). For the first time our vehicle was actually searched at the boarder and after 45 minutes of paperwork, investigating, and being told the USA was only full of rich people, we moved into Namibia. A majority of Namibians live in the northern third of the country, in the capital of Windhoek or settled in the north along the Angola boarder. It was immediately evident as we entered from the south that we were in desolate, but beautiful country. Namibia is slightly larger than Texas but boasts less than 2 million people. Most are scattered across the country side and only the capital city boasts a population above 50,000 people. On our third day in Namibia during a 5 hour stretch driving in the south we only encountered one other vehicle!

Our first destination was to hit up Fish River Canyon. It was high on Colleen’s things to see in Namibia, and like SA, everything says that you must book in advance. We did not know when we would be arriving, so we took the chance and just showed up. There were only 4 other people there. It is entering high season and the Easter Holiday yet the crowds have been low as of late. Fish River Canyon is the largest canyon in the Southern Hemisphere, and the views were spectacular. After Fish River we had big plans to drive to Luderitz, a small German settlement 2 hours from any other towns on the south-west coast. Namibia has a big German history as they used to be a German colony and only got their independence in 1990. We arrived after a long day of driving to Luderitz and wouldn’t you know it, it was their Independence Day. Of course in the USA everyone has big BBQ’s and parties on our Independence Day, here not so much. We found one person having a small braai and the temperature had dropped from 35 degrees C at 30 KM outside of town to only 14 degrees in the city. It was a ghost town. No one was around, all the shops were closed for the holiday and at the one camping spot we couldn’t find anyone to pay. We took this as a sign and decided our best bet was to grab a quick beer at the only pub open in town and head out back the way we came. The nearest town was Aus and we camped at the only garage/market/petrol station in town. It was nice, cheap, clean and sunny!

Namibia has been an experience so far. LOTS of wide open space and you don’t see others for hours. The scenery is magnificent, it seems to change drastically every hour and the trip is definitely about the journey here, not the destination.

Monday, March 23, 2009

The Heavenly Kingdom of Lesotho

There are multiple options for crossing the border into Lesotho from South Africa. Some are well worn while others not so much. We broke camp in Rhodes, South Africa and headed north to the nearest border crossing, Tele Bridge. The road from Rhodes to Tele bridge is a mountain pass of gravel/dirt and it took 3+ hours to cover the 60 mile trek. The boarder crossing was uneventful outside of the guards inquiry on Barack Obama (Do we know him? Where does he live?).



Once across the boarder we hopped on a paved road, the first in 2 days of driving, and headed north. Lesotho is a small country, surrounded entirely by South Africa. The guide book pointed out that 45% of the country is unemployed, 25% is malnourished and 30%+ are living with HIV/AIDS. Add some political instability to the mix and the country has struggled as of late. We found Lesotho to be a beautiful and interesting country, amazing mountain scenery with friendly, smiling people. We stayed at the Malealea Lodge, in Malealea, known for its pony trekking and out of the way solitude. Lesotho also has amazing hiking, and we thought it would be a good place to fit in a day long trek. The lodge recommends that you hire a guide to do the 6 hour gorge hike we decided on, both to employ the local people and also to keep the guests safe as the hike is rather confusing and strenuous. We opted out of this, thinking it would be nice to have some solitude in such a beautiful location. Hiring a guide might have been a good idea. We spent the next 6 hours clamoring over slippery rocks, jumping down 6 foot waterfalls and climbing up sides of cliffs. At the end of the day we probable spent a good 2+ hours of the 6 hour hike lost, but we really enjoyed ourselves and ended up tipping a guide along the way for some well needed directions. The end of the hike lead us through some of the local villages where the kids came running out to greet us with alphabet songs and calls for “sweets”.

Lesotho was an excellent experience. The lodge where we camped was perched on the top of a mountain, where we woke every morning with calls from the many birds and other animals that flowed into and out of the lodge grounds. Each evening we were treated to the local village choir singing native songs as well as a small band of locals playing home made instruments. The nights were quiet and spent sipping South African wine and the local Lesotho beers in the lodge pub. As with many of the destinations we have visited thus far in southern Africa, the crowds are smaller than expected for this time of year and most point out the culprit as the slumping global economy. It is no doubt an interesting time to be traveling the world.
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