Early in the morning we crossed the leafy, jungle border at Thornwood/Milange into Mozambique. Stamping out of Malawi took mere moments, but entering Mozambique was a much more thorough process. The visas took an hour to process as the police quizzed us, eager to see our yellow fever vaccination cards, and know where we were going to stay (we had no … More Sand sailing in Mozambique
I want to start by talking about how absolutely amazing the African bottle recycling system is. Let’s use our lunch stop in Malawi as an example. Blantyre, named for a Scottish town, was a fairly ugly city in central Malawi. We didn’t plan to stay long, so we just made a pizza lunch break out of … More Blantyre to Mount Mulanje
I had no idea what to expect from Malawi. It was just a last minute route change driving south from Tanzania that took us there. So, we decided to find the local beer first. We stopped at a roadside bottle shop. The guy behind the counter dressed rather like a cool dude; he wore sunglasses and … More Strangers in Malawi
The Songwe border crossing into Malawi was easy as pie (no paperwork issues, and no touts trying to earn money by guiding us through the border), and we made it through in a matter of minutes. The border guards reminded us to stick to the speed limit, so we did. The main road south was narrow and winding, … More Nali
On the way south through Tanzania, we found a small snake park in Mikumi. A friendly Tanzanian man with a smart buttoned shirt and the smallest neck tie I had ever seen greeted us and took us for a personal tour. The snake park was small and shabby, and had about a dozen enclosures, each with a deadly African … More The snake park at Mikumi
In the back alleys and dogleg streets of Stone Town, locals were sweeping their doorsteps with brittle stick broomsticks and opening up their shops. There were T-shirt and souvenir shops, as you might find anywhere in the world, but that wasn’t the kind of souvenir we were hoping to find. But then, around the corner and appearing out … More Am I in 18th century Zanzibar?
We were going to sleep in the Dhow Palace Hotel, a luxury hotel in Zanzibar, and a massive change from camping near lions and frying baked beans on campfires. Despite our beards, board shorts, unwashed singlets, and Crocs that didn’t fit our feet, they were happy to give us keys to their rooms.
The three scooters parked in front of us looked rough. If we sat on them, I imagined we’d collapse into a clanging pile of rusted engine parts and bald rubber tyres. But Jeff and Wessel were wearing the biggest grins i’d ever seen.
The city streets of Stone Town were calling. Zanzibar’s beautiful port city looked like a place frozen in time – many streets were so narrow that cars could not squeeze through, and they were rarely built in straight lines, making this city a veritable labyrinth.
Whether it’s a destination wedding because you love France, or getting married abroad because you or your partner is French, getting married in France is an exciting prospect. I am Australian and my wife is French, so I will be focusing on how to organise your wedding from Australia. However, the French requirements are similar for most … More How to get married in France (if you’re not French)