Kuala Lumpur is not an instant charmer. Dirty, smelly, hot and (sometimes) smoggy, it seemed to be relegated to just a transit hub to other destinations. Is this a negative review? Not at all – keep reading! Then you discover the food, and the people, and the charm. Now, I think it’s one of the … More Why Kuala Lumpur might be my favourite transit city
A big transition is afoot. This blog is changing from a travel blog to an illustrated travel blog. It will be a slow transition, because illustrating is a slow process. Goodbye photos, hello coloured pencils. But beneath the surface, there is a lot to consider.
Well, that’s it! I’ve finished publishing all my stories from my Africa travels in 2010. And just in time, too, because a new journey is just beginning, involving me leaving my home for a new life in Europe! And to accompany it, a complete revamp of my blog to incorporate my artwork is also coming. … More A new blog is coming
The second last day of our trip, Newcastle to Port Elizabeth, was an epic drive of 1100km. It took us about twelve hours, rising up through the Drakensburg mountains, past the entire country of Lesotho, and ending on the southern coast of the African continent. We’d been driving for weeks, and couldn’t wait to reach … More Wrapping up an African Road trip
Our final African border crossing was the Lebombo/Komatiepoort border from southern Mozambique into the northeast corner of South Africa. Wessel was excited to put his feet on home soil. We all were; the trip so far had been weeks of relentless driving, from dawn to dusk some days. We wanted to put our feet up with a cold drink, do our washing, have a long shower, … More Road tripping in South Africa – Mozambique to Newcastle
Our last stop in Mozambique was the capital, Maputo. The traffic was a long crawl, and we arrived in the middle of the hustle and bustle of Maputo mid-morning. We parked up near the central train station, a beautiful, classic building.
We entered Vilankulos around midday, one of the more popular tourist beach towns on the Mozambican coast. It was sunny and sandy, with lots of cars, lots of roundabouts and busy roadside markets. Vilankulos was bigger and more bohemian than Inhassaro, reminding me of a Mozambican Byron Bay.
Wessel was complaining that he thought he had malaria. He felt feverish and nauseous. I said that that was highly unlikely; like all of us, he had been taking his daily Doxycycline, and we were in winter, not prime mosquito season. Besides, I imagined someone with malaria would probably feel significantly worse than Wessel.
This was coconut country, and it was pretty. On either side of the road, tall slender trees launched into the sky and exploded into bursts of bright green foliage. Dry and crunchy palm fronds were littered all along the ground, dessicating in the midday sun.
I wore my sunglasses as I drove. Zalala Beach wasn’t far. The last light of the day was filtering through the coconut plantation in flickers of soft orange. With the sun setting, we were driving hard to find a place to sleep. The road through the palms was long, narrow, and straight as an arrow, … More My least favourite beach in Africa, and why