Showing posts with label Mozambique. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mozambique. 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.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Chance Encounters with the Dalai Lama

But first…animals have been giving Colleen a hard go at it lately. First she was head butted (in her side) by a passing cow in the streets of Udaipur. I got a good laugh out of it but she felt bad and wanted to know ’why the cow did not like her’ because she does not even eat cows. This was followed up by a stray monkey chasing her down the hallway and up the stairs in our hotel in Agra. For someone who loves animals so much lets hope her luck turns for the better.

With the beauty of the Taj Mahal fresh on our minds we headed northward, a quick day stopover in Dehli followed by a night bus 12 hours north to the city of Dharmasala. From there it was a 5 kilometer taxi ride straight up a mountain side to the small town of McLeod Ganj. Our reason for visiting was that since 1959 it has been the home of the Tibetan Government in exile including the Dalai Lama (thumbs up to India for welcoming the Tibetan refugees to the area).
We settled into our $8 guest house with a private balcony overlooking the valley and headed out on foot to explore the village. As has been customary on this trip, when possible Colleen enjoys her Diet Coke and Chad enjoys his daily coffee (or in this part of the world, chai). As we searched the streets for a good deal on Diet Coke (regular soda is always a set price but a premium is charged for diet) we noticed a large crowd had begun to line the main town intersection. The crowd was set a few people deep and everyone seemed to be focused on the traffic coming down the single lane road from uphill. We overheard talk of a ‘Lama’ but figured there was no chance of the Dalai Lama passing by and thought most likely it to be a lower ranking Lama in the community. Then it happened. A patrol car passed by followed by a gold colored sedan with the broad smiled Dalai Lama waving out the passenger side window. We sat there somewhat mesmerized. Neither of us follows the Buddhist faith (although we see much to be learned by its teachings) but we are big fans of the Dalai Lamas writings and work. We had no idea he was even home within the city and to watch him pass by within a few feet of us was a special treat.
Volunteering has been difficult so far on the trip. That seems like an odd thing to say but most NGOs and other opportunities want at least several weeks, if not months, worth of commitment. Without that commitment they say that the time is more about the experience for the volunteer than the work they are actually contributing. That is good and well but we would like to spread our time and efforts over several continents so the ’challenge’ of volunteering has presented itself. By chance, in Mozambique, we were approached while sitting in a cafĂ© by local teens who needed assistance in converting their resumes from their local language to English. They worked in the local museum and hoped to send their resumes off to museums in the UK and receive sponsorship in order to travel and work overseas. So we spent the evening helping them with the translations and grammar, it was a chance encounter but definitely rewarding for both sides.
The main volunteer opportunities in McLeod Ganj are with the constant incoming flow of Tibetan refugees. Opportunities include helping document new arrivals and helping them set up their new life in a new town. Again these opportunities all require multiple months worth of commitment. We figured our best bet was to come up with a way on our own of how we could help the community in a matter of a days worth of time. We decided to keep it simple and pick up litter. Definitely a generic task but with the amount of visitors visiting the region on a daily basis, the surrounding hillsides are littered with plastic bottles.
We set out on foot on a 5 mile trek uphill out of town. Out destination was a small remote lake atop a mountain. As we went we picked up any and all plastic bottles we could find, emptying them into bins as our bags became full. We reached the lake after a couple hours time and began to head back down via an alternate route. The work was quite messy. We were loading the plastic bottles into our day packs (trash bags are not available in the community) and had no plastic gloves. Many of the bottles were in ditches and water ways which had all forms of human and animal products running down them. About halfway back down we decided to take a break, and have a sip of water. We were standing there on the side of the road, sweaty and covered with mud, when a familiar vehicle came around the turn from uphill. I immediately recognized it as the escort vehicle we had seen the day before and muttered something on the order of ‘I think he is coming again’. And of course, following the patrol car was the gold sedan and again the smiling Dalai Lama. He was seated shotgun on our side of the road and as he strolled past he gave us a slow nod and a hand wave. He probably wondered what these two westerners were doing with on the back gravel roads, covered in dirt and sweat and holding overflowing backpacks of plastic bottles. We could not be more thrilled.

It was our own private encounter with the Dalai Lama. No one around but us and him and his chauffer. Definitely something we will cherish for a long time…and we picked up 151 plastic bottles in the process!

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

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.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Ilha De Mocambique

We don’t consider ourselves ‘off the beaten track’ travelers. Sure we are traveling for a year and seeing some far off places but for the most part we stick to the backpacker routes and use the “bibles” (Lonely Planet books) as a general guide for travel. We thoroughly enjoy the unexpected and also highly anticipate many of the journeys more so than the destinations but for the most part we tread our path with at least a small amount of guidance or advance knowledge of the areas we visit. Northern Mozambique does not fit the Kuehl travel status quo.

The Portuguese landed in Ilha De Mocambique in 1498. As we write this post we are sitting in a hotel room of a building built within a year or two of their arrival. The island sits 4 kilometers off the mainland in northern Mozambique, a handful of hours from the Tanzanian border. Roughly a couple kilometers long by a couple hundred meters wide, the island community is small and tight knit, centered around the ocean, fishing and tourism. As we noted in our last post, unless you are traveling with a loose budget and can charter in a small plane, the only real way to reach the island is by a series of several day long bus rides north of the beaches and cities that populate southern Mozambique. For this reason alone, tourism to the island is somewhat limited in numbers but as the locals will tell you, ’No trip to Mozambique is complete without a trip to Ilha’.
We have been anxiously anticipating the island for a couple weeks now. We arrived to the nearest large city in the mainland, Nampula, several days ago. Nampula is the capital of the providence and bustling with energy. As our bus entered the city we witnessed several skirmishes on the street and although we had heard no forewarning, we knew the city was one to proceed with caution (all is well but it will definitely be included in our end of trip ‘incidents’ post). From Nampula it was a 3 hour chappa ride to the coast and then across a very long, narrow and unmaintained bridge to Ilha de Mocambique.

Upon exiting the chappa we were befriended by a young man by the name of Mohammed (the island contains Christian Churches, Muslim Mosques and Hindu Temples) who was able to point us in the right direction of the hotels we hoped to look at. We toured every pensao (budget hotel) on the island and settled on the nicest one we found. We had told ourselves that our days on the island would be to relax after the long challenging journey north and even had labeled our time here as a mini vacation within our trip. Our hotel was by far the nicest one we have stayed at in Mozambique, with air conditioning, a pool, and a toilet seat! Trust me, those are not common.
Ilha seems to be an island where time stops and it is in somewhat of a time warp. Everyone does not have a cell phone as in other parts of Mozambique and people lead of pretty simple life. The people here are very friendly and you can wander around with a relative sense of security. The buildings were all built in the 16th century, which makes for beautiful landscapes and the island boasts the oldest European colonial fort and church in the southern hemisphere. It was easy to spend 5 days here, wandering around the streets, playing with the kids (they like to touch our hair and arms), lazing by the pool, helping teenagers with their resumes and buying treats off the island women. Yesterday we rented a dhow (hand hewn wood single-sail boat) to take us to a nearby deserted island. Unfortunately it was a bit windy and we ended up on a different island, but after a 20 minute hike we were able to find a beautiful beach to enjoy for a couple hours. It was a great way to end our stay on Ilha.

Today we head back to Nampula before catching a train to take us close to the Malawi border. After 3 weeks in Mozambique we feel that it is time to move on. It has been a challenging and enjoyable country, and we have learned more about ourselves and the country as a whole then we every imagined. Mozambique is really on the move, and the country is quickly recovering from their 17 year civil war that ended in 1994.

A Day in the Life of a Mozambique Bus Ride

As we mentioned in our last post, riding the buses in Mozambique is tough, probably the hardest traveling Chad and I have ever done. They are interesting though, and over the past week we have spent countless hours working our way north on buses of all sizes. One particular bus ride was extremely challenging and we took notes throughout the day as we thought it would be a good example to pass on to all of you. There are many moments we wish we could document with our camera on the trip, but out of respect for the people, we have to abstain. You can’t exactly snap a photo of a group of tired bus passengers and expect no one to protest, and others you do not want to advertise to that you have a camera.

On the day prior to the bus trip in the port town of Beira, we boarded a chappa (a local bus/taxi stuffed with 15 people) to the bus stand to buy tickets to our next destination, the town of Quelimane. You must buy all tickets ahead of time here, as all buses leave anywhere between 3am and 5am. The bus stand turned out to be in a ramshackle industrial building on the outskirts of town, not a great start and something that would foreshadow the day ahead. While buying the tickets we asked how long it would take, 12 hours he said. 12 hours is not that bad, but we had a horrid 11 hour bus trip the day before and our guide book said the trip should take 9. I had prepared myself for 9. No choice but to push through and buy the tickets. And so begins the bus ride from hell.

3:04 AM - Alarm goes off, we finish packing and head out the door to our prearranged taxi
3:36 AM - Arrive at the industrial park to find everyone else is already there. Turns out they all spent the night there because it is too dangerous to come that early in the day…..good to know.
3:37 AM - Catch first glimpse of the bus, a 30 seater. Not a minibus this time, an actual old school bus. They throw our backpacks on the top with the numerous jerry cans, tires, bags of vegetables, bikes, etc. that litter all buses here
4:15 AM - Board the bus and head to our assigned seat. We grab our 2 person bench (once again over the wheel well, we can’t catch a break) and wait to see how many people pile on. For a split second we think there might not be anyone in the isle next to us, but too late, the attendant places jerry cans in the isles between the benches so they can accommodate more passengers. (Again we are the only ‘blancos’ or ‘whites’ on the journey)
4:40 AM - Bus departs, they usually leave pretty on schedule here. Total count of the people on the 30 seat bus, 41, including 4 babies. We then stop to pick up a few more passengers as we exist town.
5:15 AM - The women on the jerry can next to me tries to share my part of the bench and my shoulder to sleep on. I put my head in Chad’s lap to try and get a little sleep and she see’s this as an opportunity to sleep on my back.
6:15 AM - Sunrise
6:45 AM - First break - here is where things get interesting on bus rides. People surround the bus selling everything you can possible think of: oranges, nuts, bananas, live chickens, eggs, dead chickens, bed comforters, brooms, everything! They shove things that do and don’t fit through the windows with the hopes of enticing a sale.
10:45 AM - Another break. We get off the bus to stand for a little and give our aching butts a break. An old women from the bus comes out of the bushes next to me with a pair of bloody goat legs. No idea where she bought those as we are in the middle of no where. Tries to take them on the bus, but gets denied, they throw them on the roof.
11:40 AM - Out of gas, sounds like a perfect time for everyone to eat lunch, and boy, is lunch interesting around here!
12:15 PM - Stop so people can change babies in the brush outside the bus, no diapers around here but they carry extra plastic bags in case they are needed.
12:40 PM - Bus breaks down for 20 minutes
1:15 PM - Arrive at the Zambezi River. Turns out they have been building a bridge over the river for years now and it is not done. We must take a ferry across which is shut down until 2:00. While we wait the driver loads huge bags of rice on the roof.
3:20 PM - Board ferry
3:30 PM - Exit ferry
4:00 PM - Bus stops to load 15 hot water heater sized bags of coal onto the roof
4:45 PM - Driver stops to sell said rice and coal in a local village
6:00 PM - Sunset…still on the bus…we have exited a total of two times during day light
7:15 PM - Arrive in Quelimane, our destination, and we let out a huge sigh of relief as we chug down the main street
7:18 PM - Bus breaks down 2 kilometers from the bus station. Our first instinct is to get out and hail a taxi (this city is known for only have bicycle taxis…not sure how the 90 lb kid will like pedaling the blancos with our huge bags) but the taxi is not an option as our bags are secured to the roof under produce, animals, jerry cans, goat legs, etc
8:05 PM - We still have not moved. Unlucky for us we broke down outside a bar (can’t enter as we need to watch our bags) and the locals are enjoying joking with all of us sitting on the bus although we cannot understand anyone and no one can understand us. English is not spoken here…the bar is blaring Enrique Iglesias on repeat and we sit and wait.
8:15 PM- After an hour of waiting, and nearly 16 hours on the bus with two breaks, a second bus arrives and tows our bus to the bus station…the tow rope only snaps once during this time.
8:35 PM- We arrive at our hotel with our bags. The hotel is way overpriced and full of mosquitoes but we are just happy to be off the bus. It is dark and too late to go anywhere safely so dinner is bottled water, crackers and peanut butter!

The bus rides in Mozambique are an attack on all senses. Others who have competed round the world trips have commented that the most difficult transportation they encountered was in Mozambique. The sights of live/dead/decapitated animals on the seats next to you, the feeling and smell of perspiration as people stick to you for hours on end, the sounds of babies crying and passengers arguing and the taste of the dirt road in your mouth. For these reasons most travelers hit up the capital city and the beaches in the south and then make the 2 day dash for the boarder with Malawi. We on the other hand hoped we would experience more of the genuine Mozambique by continuing northward. At the end of the day you almost have to just laugh, wipe the dirt from your eyes and nose, and be happy you have made it in one piece and have a roof over your head for the night. It has been tough, but extremely rewarding. We also had the destination of Ilha de Mocambique, the famed once capital of Portuguese colonial Africa, in our sights. It will take us 5 additional days to reach the island, and we are hoping for some rest and relaxation once we arrive.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Beaches, Buses and Avocados - Our Introduction to Mozambique

We have run into relatively few Americans during our travels thus far. In Ireland and the UK they were no doubt present but there were very few to be found in Jordan and even less so once we arrived in Africa. Touring southern Africa in the rental car for a month lead to some encounters but probably less than we could count on two hands. Now that we have crossed the boarder into Mozambique and are solely relying on public transportation, encounters are even fewer. On our initial cross boarder bus from Johannesburg to the capital city of Maputo we had a handful of American foreign exchange students on Easter/Spring break heading north to the beaches of Mozambique. After two nights in Maputo we headed north to our first sample of the beaches and into the holiday crowds at the coastal town of Tofo. Easter break meant packed hotels and higher prices but it was nice to be around some larger crowds for the three days we spent there.

Since leaving Tofo 5 days ago we have spent nearly 20 total hours on 1 bus, 2 chappas (local taxi bus/mini van) and 1 boat (riding the bus here is a whole different post, think seats for 20 but 30+++ people on board). We have shared these vehicles with some 150+ people and we have been the only non-locals aboard. Yep, ebony and ivory, Chad and Colleen and the locals. We have been assured that the public transit is safe but the looks, or more so stares, that we receive are somewhat intriguing. Mostly they come from the young girls aboard the buses staring at Colleen with blank faces for minutes at a time.

The few Americans we have run into have had admirable actions that have brought them to this part of the world. We have run into multiple Peace Core volunteers who all seem to be working in neighboring Zambia. Then there was the girl from Vermont who was on break working at a startup non-profit in Kenya helping with women’s rights and the education of young girls. Then there was the chance run in with a girl from Washington DC who had left her job at a top financial firm on the east coast to work for one year in micro-financing in Tanzania. Then there was the guy who left his job in IT project management to work for 6 months in Namibia teaching technology to local high-schoolers. People in this part of the world love the USA for the New York Yankees and Hollywood (Jean Claude van Dam?) . But it is more than that. There are Americans here who have placed life on hold and selflessly left their high paying jobs and careers behind for a short while in the hopes of doing more. And for this reason Africans appreciate us as Americans. They respect us, love to speak the English they know (in Mozambique they speak Portuguese, and very little English the farer north we head), and have generally been very polite to us as guests in their country.

Today’s public transport via a 30 seater mini bus was particularly rough. No vehicle break downs as we had in previous days, but too many people for the actual space and we were positioned over a wheel well so we had our feet in the air with our knees to our chest for 11 hours. Add to that a missed alarm this morning and a 4AM sprint up a sand road to make the 4:30 bus. Besides that, the past week has been peaceful with 3 days in Tofo at the beach and 3 days in Vilankulo at the beach, and we were thrown back into the frenzy of Africa today. We are currently in Beira, the 2nd largest city in Mozambique, with the ultimate destination of Ilha de Mocambique in mind before cutting over to Malawi. Ilha is a whole 3 days of African transport away though, so I am sure we will have many more stories of bus rides ahead.

Our diets as of late have been rather simple. Meat is hard to come by and very expensive ($4 meat in a tube). When you do find meat it is then questionable where it came from and how it has been stored. I have therefore joined Colleen on the vegetarian train for the past 10 days and will probably remain so for much of the rest of Africa. Our typical daily run to the local market stalls supplies us with fresh bread, tomatoes, bananas, avocados (my saving grace), oranges, cookies, cheese (again rare and expensive and we rarely have it) and crackers. We also try to carry a jar of peanut butter with us when available. Usually our daily treat is a orange Fanta sold by the kids out of coolers on the side of the road. Restaurants tend to be pricey as well ($20 a meal for two) but we are getting by with our market visits for around $10 a day. Our stomachs are anxiously looking forward to the curries of India a couple months from now!

The bus rides are long and the meals not always optimal but the country of Mozambique continues to be an experience that we enjoy. The destinations, and the journeys in between, have been rewarding and observing the locals in their environment has been enlightening.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Back to South Africa

The border crossing back into South Africa from Botswana was our shortest one yet. This time the guard told us he was going to be the second black president of the USA 8 years from now when Obama was finished. We did not want to burst his bubble and tell him it was an impossible feat as he was not born in the USA.

We headed south and west from the border and into the capital city of Pretoria. Our destination was the Mozambique Consulate with the goal of securing our visas. We arrived only to be told we were 20 minutes too late and had to return the next day. We had the full day ahead of us so we headed to the local university area of town for some shopping and hit up an actual laundromat for the first time in weeks. We hoped to camp near the friendly university area but heard through the grapevine that the backpackers we intended to stay at had a reputation for theft so we headed outside town to a campground.

The next day we were granted our Mozambique visas (the cost was over 2 times what the guide book listed but at least it was processed the same day!) and headed south for our last few nights camping with the rental car. Our destination was the town of Clarens in the most well known mountain range in South Africa, the Drakensburgs. If the Drakensburgs were the Rockies of South Africa then you could call Clarens the Aspen. We arrived to find the quaint town we expected tucked against the mountains but were a little overwhelmed at the number of high end accommodation present. We spent 2 days in Clarens, hiking and hanging out. The town even had a small microbrewery, which made Chad extremely happy. We had 1 night left before we had to head to Johannesburg to return the car, so we decided to go to a national park that a couple had recommended to us farther south in the mountains, Royal Natal. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking and we were able to fit in a 5 hour hike up a gorge. All in all it was an excellent park and we wished that we had a few more days to spend there.

After 30 days of living the high life in the Land Rover, the time had come to return him. We have been so lucky to have such a safe and reliable car for the past month and it has afforded us countless opportunities that we never would have had with a tiny 2 wheel drive. Camping for 30 days was not nearly as hard as we had expected, and it has been nice to wake up every day outside. Tomorrow we head to Mozambique and the next leg of our African journey. We are extremely excited for the next 2 months and have no idea what to expect. What we do know is that internet is going to be very scarce, so there probably won’t be a lot of pictures posted. Stick with us though, we will post when we can and you can expect a massive upload of pictures when we arrive in Asia.

Car/Camping Stats:
Kilometers Driven in Dougie (yes Colleen named the car): 8,635
Countries Visited: 4
Highest Road Toll Paid: $9
Number of Birds Hit: 5 (they fly into cars so they actually hit us)
Average Bed Time: 8:30pm(hey it gets dark here early and there are a lot of bugs!)
Average Wake Up Time: 6:45am(easy to get up early when you go to bed early)
Average Hours of Sleep: We’re guessing 5, the ground is really, really hard here
Times we were asked what nationality we were then when we told them they tripled the price of entrance or accommodation: Around 10
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