Click to enlarge
Iringa is on the top of a summit which you reach after a big uphill of a couple of kilometers, after you turn left on the main road going to Dar es Salaam. It used to be a German stronghold, that is maybe why at the pub 255 where I saw the match everybody was cheering Italy and super Mario. Continue reading
Click to enlarge
My friend the wind is back! I think it is the same wind which accompanied me in the first stages in Zambia, as a matter of fact I am proceeding in the same direction, I am scared that this wind which blows from East to West, will haunt me until I will start heading North in Kenya. Today it was very strong and with no truce for the first 60 km until Mukambako, then I went up to the 1800 m of Nyororo. Continue reading
Click to enlarge
“Good morning” says a child on the side of the road. Too bad it is 4 in the afternoon. I do not know why since the end of Malawi “Good morning” is the most common greeting at any time of the day. A child of about 10 year old told me: “Good morning Teacher”, I answered “Good afternoon. How are you?” and him “Thank you, Teacher” … Continue reading
Click to enlarge
What could these giant red X painted with a shaky handy on many houses, schools, shops and sign posts be? Continue reading
Click to enlarge
I find myself in Songwe at the Ulemu Guest House, the power had gone before I arrived and it still has not come back, I had dinner in a disco-penny arcade-restaurant, where there is a television, but I could not hear a thing because the noise of the generator rose above everything, even the music. Continue reading
Click to enlarge
The head is still a very used mean of transport among the women of Malawi, they carry everything from flour to tomatoes, from laundry to pots, firewood and water. The load is in proportion to the age, and it is not rare that on their back they carry a baby too. Men use the bicycles more, even though today I saw one who was dragging some wood kept together by a rope. Continue reading
Let’s hope the gear will hold together! Going north towards Tanzania!
Zambia see you in September!
Today departure from the castle, a plentiful breakfast, the eggs, delicious, which I eat countlessly, I want to reach Mzuzu and I have 75 km of gravel in front of me, before finding the tar and I have to pass the border in Mqocha. The ‘troupe’ will film a last Zambian video.
Before starting off last Friday all my bones were hurting, those I had broken myself, those broken by others, even those which had always enjoyed excellent health, but already on Friday at the first push on the pedal everything had gone, Continue reading
‘Rain rain go away come another day’ sings Chimba. Foofighters sing ‘Shame shame go away come back another day’. I shout ‘Wind wind go away and never come back again!’. I wait for a flat stage with favourable wind, like a prisoner waits to see his woman. Continue reading
