Showing posts with label Malawi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Malawi. 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

Monday, May 11, 2009

One If By Land, Two If By Sea

We chose two...and we chose wrong.

The Ilala Ferry is a beast of a boat, some 170 ft of fun and enjoyment spread over 3 passenger levels . She was built by the colonial English in 1950 (although her wear and tear indicate an older age) and has been ferrying passengers north and south on Lake Malawi for the past half century. The guidebook indicated that this was an 'experience that was not to be missed' and was the 'highlight of many travelers visit to Malawi'.

Upon arriving at the dock a day early to buy our tickets, we were told to be to the boat an hour early of the 10AM departure and that we would be arriving at our final destination of Nhkata Bay at 1AM some 39 hours later. We took caution and booked 1st class tickets for the next day.

The next morning we arrived at the ferry just prior to 9AM and boarded soon after. We found the first class section (the top deck of the boat) to be entirely open air with the only coverage being a small canopy and some safety rails. The section was surprisingly empty except for a couple of locals plus the other 4 persons that would make up our small group on the journey. There was Dave and Hadi from Brooklyn as well as CJ and Sasha from England. Glad to be in good company with these four we anxiously awaited our departure and the adventure ahead. After and hour or so, more people started appearing up the stairwell heading directly to the small bar area at the front of the deck. Interestingly enough this bar was attached directly to the ferry wheelhouse. Soon thereafter we learned these additional persons were the boat crew and the ringleader with the bottle of gin was actually the boat captain! Six hours later (the crew needed 3 hours to drink and 3 hours to recover/nap) we left port. The first day went by quite smoothly. The customs agent on the boat had given me a couple of warm local beers as a gift (he was drinking too and not sure why he gave me his beer as I was reading my book) as he checked our passports for valid visas. We slept nicely the first night out under the stars right on the deck floor as the boat chugged from port to port.

Awaking on Day 2 we found ourselves some 12 hours behind schedule and getting a little restless. We had brought food and water from shore but were beginning to run a little short. We had ventured down to the lower portions of the boat only to find the kitchen inadequate and overpriced and the 2nd class deck to be overflowing with locals. You name it, they brought it aboard as cargo...couches, tires, scrap metal, tomatoes, chickens, cardboard, spare car engines, jerrycans (of course), peanuts and bicycles. Most of the ports we arrived at were too shallow to enter so the people and cargo were ferried out to the ferry (sometimes in row boats). We hit a new port every handful of hours and spent the subsequent handful of hours there...the crew continuing to drink throughout the trip. Early in the morning of our second night on the boat we awoke to the jeers and drunken yelling of some new passengers in 1st class. The night had already been a rough one as rats had decided to have their way running across our sleep sacks and chewing a hole in one of our bags. Turns out these locals who apparently come on board to drink and party and then just before the ferry leaves, they head back in to shore. A fun night out on the town for them, unfortunately that wasn't the case for us.

Now some 15 hours behind schedule, we trudged through the 3rd day, hungry, dirty (no showers) and tired, only to be told be would be arriving later and later. Don't worry though, the crew kept up the partying for the whole trip. Glad to see someone was having a good time. The one saving grace were the great people we had with us to weather the storm. It was nice to catch up with fellow travelers and I doubt any of us would have made it through the trip as easily with out the others. After 60 hours, we finally arrived at our destination to find mass chaos awaiting at the poorly lit port. Luckily we had pre-booked a place a few days before on advice from another traveler, and after 20 minutes of pushing and shoving, we exited the boat to find a man from our backpackers waiting for us. After a 10 minute boat ride(yep, we got back on a boat), we arrived at Mayoka Village, an oasis on the shores of Nhkata Bay. We unpacked in our beautiful chalet on a small cliff directly on the lake, grabbed dinner and had a few celebratory drinks with our fellow ferry friends. Our next 4 days went bay quickly as we snorkeled, ate local food, hiked and hung out in the small village. We had warm showers lit by fire each night and some enjoyable compost toilets as well.

Upon checkout from the village we were told that there was a mixup and our taxi to the bus stand had somehow left without us. As we discussed our next move we were approached by a middle aged man who asked about our final destination. His name was Rod and he was heading to Karonga (our final destination) and he offered to give us a lift the full way there. A break from crowded minivans and buses to ride in an aircon pickup truck was almost too good to be true. The day long drive was pleasant as we exchanged stories and spoke about the little news of the world that each of us knew. Turns out Rod was quite the character, a uranium miner from Australia working on a 2 year stint in Malawi. We took a quick detour to visit a mountaintop 19th century mission setup by the original European missionaries to the region and made it to Karonga by nightfall where we bid a much appreciated farewell to Rod. The stories of travelers helping travelers seem to be a constant on our journey.

The next morning we headed the remaining 40 km to the Malawi/Tanzania border. We found the Tanzanian immigration counter to be staffed by women and Colleen took the lead to get our visas issued. Standard issue for Americans at the border is a 90 day single entry visa but somehow Colleen ended up with 6 month multiple entry visas. Women in this part of the world definitely take to speaking with her and it has been an unexpected highlight of my trip to see her interact with them.

We spent one night in the boarder town of Mbeya before heading north on a 17 hour bus ride to the town of Moshi in the shadows of Mount Kilimanjaro and have been here now for a few days. Thus far the buses and food in Tanzania have been a relief as we are eating better and traveling more comfortably. No sight of the nearby mountain yet as the clouds have not parted but hopefully we will be rewarded soon. From here we head to the 'pearl of Africa'.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Biking the Border

Mozambique decided that she wasn't done with us yet, and after 5 relaxing days on Ilha we hopped into a chappa and headed back to the dreaded city of Nampula. We bought train tickets for the next day and checked into a hotel for the night. Unfortunately they were out of running water and after back and forth with the management we were able to get a small refund and showered with a bucket. Our train left at 5:00AM the next day and to our surprise, it left right on time. We had a 10 hour train ride to a city called Cuamba, which was in turn, a 4 hour bus ride from the border of Malawi. The train ride went smoothly and we hopped off to began our search for a bus to Mandimba. Here is where the craziness started. Bus and chappa people started grabbing and pulling at us, trying to get us to go with them. As they were grabbing Chad they were punching each other and pulling on my bag trying to get it off. The bus we wanted to go on threw Chad on the bus, leaving me back in the scuffle, until they realized that Chad was yelling at them to get me too. There were a few tense moments and a full on wrestling/fist fight broke out outside the bus, but the passengers on the bus were friendly and assured us that we were heading the right way. It was almost as if this was a common occurrence for them.

We weren't too thrilled about spending the night in a border town, but hoped to get in a big day of travel in Malawi the next day. We arrived at the border in Mandimba after the 10 hour train ride and 4 hour bus ride to find 100 people standing outside the bus trying to change money with us/take us to the border/sell us things. We were exhausted and walked to the closest resthouse where we spent another night with no running water and no dinner (Chad actually had an egg for dinner! yummy!).

We awoke the next morning knowing we had a full day ahead of us. Our goal was to cross into Malawi and, after a series of transfers, arrive on the shores of Lake Malawi some 200 km away by night fall. First things first, we had to get through the boarder. We exited our resthouse out into the madness that makes up all boarder towns. First we changed some money and then, after attracting a small crowd, selected two young men to pedal us across the boarder via bike taxi. Bike taxis are a way of life in northern Mozambique and southern Malawi. Simply put, people cant afford cars or petrol and a simple bike allows the boys and young men to make a living. We boarded the bikes sitting behind the driver on the small rack over the rear wheel (wearing our 40 lb packs) and headed for the boarder. It was a 8 km ride to the Mozambique border and from there another 7 km to the Malawi border (what about the space in between?!? not sure.) We paid the men well for their work and it was amazing to see the enthusiasm and effort they put into transporting us around. After getting our Malawi visas we then changed more money and hopped in the back of a pickup truck for an hour long ride to the regional hub of Mangochi. We hit up an ATM (the only one we have seen in 10 days in Malawi) and flagged down a bus leaving town that had our destination posted across the front. We boarded the bus to find there were no seats left and the passengers were all local missionary women on a retreat. Very entertaining ride and after we dropped off the missionaries at a camp (Chad unloaded their bags) and it was then on to our final destination of Monkey Bay.

As we exited the bus there was no lake in site. The town was spread out and we spent the next 2 hours in the hot sun searching for a place to stay. The first place we had noted no longer existed and the second place was run by a bunch of "beach boys". The beach boys of Malawi are mostly concerned with reggae music and smoking various things and have become a regular occurrence/nuisance in Malawi. They offered us a dirty room at about 10 times the price quoted in the guide book and then came down considerably as we balked and exited the hotel. Frustration set in and we were not sure what to do next as the small town was spread out over multiple kilometers, it was nearly 100 degrees out, and we were carrying our packs. It was only 3PM and we decided to head to our next destination, Cape McClear that day. After an hour of waiting for a mini bus to fill and an hour and a half ride to go 21K, we finally found a backpackers directly on the lake and showered for the first time in a few days. We spent 4 days at Cape McClear enjoying some delicious local dishes, kayaking and relaxing on the lake. It was a nice introduction to Malawi and a great place to spend my birthday. The lake is beautiful and we decided a few more days hanging out on it further north would be a good idea.......if only we had known the journey to our next location would be so difficult.
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