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And, of course, what would a drive down to Cape Point be without a visit to see the penguins? There's something so jarring and wonderful about seeing a bunch of little penguins waddling on sandy beaches and into turquoise waters. I stopped for lunch nearby and listened to the giggles of school-children and the waves bumping up against the beach. It wasn't exactly how I had planned to get here, but it was a hell of a punctuation mark on an incredible journey. I started this journey on one beach and ended it on another, having seen a lot of incredible sights, met a lot of wonderful people and witnessed the many miracles that go into daily life not only in Africa, but the world over. Dear Tanzania, Malawi, Zambia, Zimbabwe and South Africa: thanks for showing me so much. It was a blast. Let's do it again (although maybe this time without the dysentery, ja?) xxx
I wore the wrong shoes to hike some rocks.
This was absolutely breathtaking.
On top of Table Mountain, looking over Lion's Head and Cape Town. Bliss.
Cape Town... maybe one of the most beautiful cities I've ever been to. Getting here from Vic Falls required a bus, a train, a plane and a generously donated taxi ride from two sweet gentlemen I met on the last flight and, after sleeping for 14hours, I woke up to a perfect day to bounce around town. My first two stops were the Wharf and, of course, Bo Kaap (the historical Malay part of town with incredibly vibrant architecture.) Once I saw that the sun was coming out from behind the clouds, I made a snap judgment decision to head up to Table Mountain... those pix in the next post ;)
After about a week straight of doing nothing but sleeping and drinking water with ORS, I finally made the walk over the bridge between Zambia and Zimbabwe to go see the falls on the Zimbabwe side... aka the only part of the falls where there is any water in low season, thanks in no small part to global warming. Yes, it's true that there is always less water at this time of year, but local folks told me that over the last decade the water went from a slow but steady trickle on the Zambian side to running completely dry. I'm just glad I got to see any of it (and yes, even at low season, you get completely soaked from the mist of these falls, which, at high summer temperatures, sure feels refreshing!)
A few shots from one of the only things I had enough energy to do while I recovered in Livingstone - a river cruise on the Zambezi river, the natural border between Zambia and Zimbabwe and the water that funnels into the falls. It was beautiful (as you can see) and relaxing and I loved every moment of it. If you're ever down that way, I strongly recommend a G&T on a boat at sunset :)
So, remember how I had planned to take this whole trip overland? Well, I got sick. Sick enough to spend a couple days in a malawi hospital and decide that I (or at least, my malaria) deserved a flight to the next destination... Victoria Falls! I arrived at the Lilongwe airport to catch my ProFlight Zambia aircraft to Livingstone (via a layover in Lusaka) and boarded a plane no larger than a minivan. That picture of the propeller above? That's how close I was to the damn thing. I had to check my baggage because there was no overhead storage. My head nearly bumped the ceiling, and I'm only 5'3"! The first leg of the flight was bumpy and nothing short of terrifying. We careened through the clouds and banged down onto the tarmac in Lusaka and were informed that we would have to go through immigration here in Lusaka before catching the connecting flight to Livingstone. Unfortunately, some Airbus 300 had landed and there were approximately three-four hundred people in line in front of us at the only immigration desk. Terrified I would miss my connection, I begged my way to the front of the line, paid for my passport visa, grabbed my backpack and (by this point, gasping and severely out of breath) asked an airport attendant to help me check back in to catch my connecting flight. The attendant (a true saint) grabbed my backpack and sprinted ahead to secure my spot at check-in and I hobbled along behind him as fast as my malaria- and dysentery-ridden system would allow. I made the check-in cut-off time with seconds to spare and walked back out onto the tarmac... only to board the same damn plane I had come in on! Oh, Africa. You strange, wonderfully inefficient beast. The second leg of the trip was only less terrifying because of how exhausted I was from rushing to catch the flight. Consequently, I spent less time worrying about my imminent death and more time thinking about how heavily mortality has been on my mind this year. I know there are a hundred cliche things to say about living in the moment and telling the people you love that you love them'n'stuff, but none of those words fill the space left by the people who are gone. So I will just say I acknowledge how incredibly grateful I am for my people and my adventures this year. I write this post from the comfort of my parents' home in Northern California, where the rain of the past few days gives us all hope that the drought might eventually ease. We just finished an amazing trip to Disneyland and are spending today marathon-ing all the original Star Wars movies, while my sister bakes and cooks her way through every conceivable holiday recipe in existence. Merry, merry Christmas, you sweet little things <3
Malawi was a really beautiful experience and I was lucky to see the parts of it that I did. If you're ever in that part of the world, get down to Nkhata Bay (Cape Maclear was fine, it it's probably where I got malaria, so... I can't help it, I'm biased) 😜
Scenes from Malawi fishing villages
Driving across Malawi
Flavors of coastal Malawi I spent a fair amount of time on the road, but was just as lucky to kick it at the beaches of a few fishing villages, where the scenery was gorgeous and the people were incredible.
The train stations along the route might be crumbling to pieces, but the landscape continues to be absolutely breathtaking.
a little out-take of the Tanzanian landscape rolling by
One of the craziest things I saw in Zimbabwe- an example of the now decommissioned currency #africa #adventure #solo #travel
The Tazare train line starts on the far coast of Tanzania, picking you up at Dar Es Salaam, and runs all the way through to Lusaka, Zambia, with several stops along the way. In theory, I think this journey is supposed to take something like 24hours from start to finish. This being Africa, however, it took us closer to 36hours just to get to the roughly half-way mark of Mbeya, a town in Tanzania closer to the Malawi border, where many people exit the train to make their south to the lake. The comforts on this thing are a little limited (I did not take a picture of the bathroom, because nobody needs to see that), but my brother and his wife had thoughtfully given me a little travel spice kit which added some delicious flavor to the rice and chicken (which was totally delicious, if a bit light on the chicken) and every rest stop held the promise of local villagers selling additional snacks and drinks once the train's bar cart ran out. Other than rest, eat, and drink, there wasn't a whole lot to do. I shared a cabin together with two lovely german tourists and the three of us passed the time alternating conversation, card games, reading and just taking in the view. Speaking of the view, it took on an oddly television-like quality if you sat back in the cabin and let the frame of the window really shape what you saw. I tried to capture that a bit in the above photo, but more pictures of the view in the next post. Short assessment of this train thang: it's not the easiest or most comfortable way to see, well, anything. But! It is a really cool way to travel across Tanzania, meet some like-minded travellers and do it all knowing you have a destination in mind... you just don't know exactly when you will get there. Don't do it if you're on a tight schedule, but if you've got the time, its a fantastic experience.