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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
Never Give Up at the 14th Intercompany Relay in Lusaka
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After the last goodbyes to Matteo at the border with Malawi, the organization of the Never Give Up transfer to the 14th Intercompany Relay in Lusaka. This race, organized by Zambian Athletic Association, consists of relay runs for teams representing companies, public entities, ministries, and an individual run of 11,5 km on road. Continue reading
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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
For those of you who should ever pass through Chipata by bicycle, or with little fuel, it is good to know that from the huge poster ‘Welcome to Chipata’, in theory the entry gate to Eastern Province administrative centre, to the real city there are about 7 kilometers, thank God I did the last 10 with Ndeke, a farmer who was cycling with gum boots and was very interested in my journey. Continue reading
Last evening galvanized by an article published on the first page of the Daily Mail, Giorgia, Sydney and the children came to join me to take some videos as I cycle, today around two in the afternoon they called me and asked me ‘Where are you? We are in Sinda’. Continue reading
The children who live next to lodges or parks always ask for something, the contact with the musungu tourist has erased that purity and curiosity which is there in their peers whom I find in the villages far from amusing places. Continue reading
