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I have learnt that it is better to cross the border in the evening there is less people it takes you less time and the day after you are ready to start again directly towards your new destination. Through Namanga I passed in the far 1998 when I climbed Kilimanjaro, which today I hoped to see in the distance but could not: the sky was covered, but I am not sure you can see it from where I passed.
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I am cycling for about 20 km on this road with dermatitis, it is full of rocks set on the ground, where I look for relief at the sides of the road where the condition is slightly better, 40 meters ahead an old man, Muslim I would say judging from the hat, bends down, picks up a stone in front of me, and throws it away on the ground outside the road, to make my cycling easier. When we meet he smiles and tells me safari njema, have a safe journey. After more or less 500 km of impossible road a similar gesture is difficult to forget … Continue reading
Giorgia told me that she hardly found anybody who had passed from Iringa to Arusha on this road by bicycle … now I understand … from Iringa to Dodoma the road is bad, from Dodoma it is almost impracticable, Continue reading
It is my first time at the Chaniana Harbor. The atmosphere is different from the other villages in the rural area of Kafue, there is a thriving fish market, women with interwoven mats on the ground full of small fish which the sun is drying and bags full of ice and fresh fish, and boats, the majority made out of wood with a traditional shape others out of more modern resins berthed at the bank of the Chaniania River, the fluvial basin of the Kafue River. Continue reading
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With internet Wi-Fi in the bedroom, the shorts and socks which did not dry at all during the night, and the temptation to take a day off to see the match of Italy it was not easy, and possible, to leave at a dignified time the hotel for bored expatriates and yuppie Tanzanians where I was. Continue reading
I have always thought of the good wish ‘Safe journey’, ‘Mwende bwino’ in Zambia and ‘Safari Njema’ in Tanzania, as an excess of courtesy or something said for habit, which makes no difference , in the past few days I am changing my mind … Continue reading
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I have the arms of Mr. Muscle, but not its smell. In this stage the arms were tried to the limit! The road, a part from the first 15 km, has everything a cyclist would not want to find, a confused orgy of sand, rocks, wet soil which lurks itself between the mud guard and the wheel, Continue reading
Kafue S 15° 77,758’ E 28° 18,149’
A week has passed since we bid Matteo farewell at the border between Zambia and Malawi in Mqocha, the videos filmed by the ‘troupe’ (Sydney and I) will be edited and will become a short movie of the first week of the ride through Zambia. Continue reading
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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
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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
