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March 21 2008 “Riding the Orange River” At times our home country was a stones throw away today, as we jolted and twisted in our seats, following the road cut into the hill side that runs along the border, with vertical rock faces on one side and the banks and waters of the Orange River to the...

Hey guys, Thanks for all the welcomes... Ya I am ex-p.e, living here in pommie land :) I have just finished the RR so go and check it out... Thanks Mike

March 13 2008 “Us vs. Lion” Its 6:00am, and the cover of darkness still lays host to the nocturnal beasts of Africa around our campsite, a single tall light above us tainting our vision outside so that we strain to see into this wall of black night that has besieged our tents. “Jackson!” my...

March 6 2008 “Oscar from crocodile harbour” As Oscar, our fishing guide, drove our boat up a six feet wide channel, governed on one side by grassy reeds and the other the river bank, he told the story of this place and how it came to be known as Crocodile Harbour and himself the hero of the...

March 3 2008 “A bridge too far” – Part 3 10:00am passed by, then 11 and 12, still no Francis and his crew of eager boys. There had been little rain in the night. The river had dropped dramatically, and the water looked as good as it might ever be. If we were to cross, it must be now! By...

March 1 2008 “A bridge too far” – Part 1 “Excuse me sir” I said, as I gestured the old man over from his sitting position among the grass reeds. We had just passed through his village, the last before the deserted shores of Lake Kariba, and we now wanted to follow an unmarked road, parallel to...

Feb 25 2008 “Wheel ‘n Deal” “Ok, so that chap wanted six grand a tyre, right?” “Yeah’ “No wait” “Five I think, but he wanted to buy our old back ones for seven a pop” “Ok,  but I thought that was the other guy at the end of town in that third shop we visited earlier behind that fifth place run...

Feb 17 2008 “Mudslide blues” Imagine a perfectly normal gravel road passing through the remote African bush. Now picture gallons of chocolate milkshake looking mud being poured over the top of it, so a creamy froth layer of slush settles over it… This is what we had to ride through today...

Feb 13 2008 “As it is in Uganda” I had two hosts today that led me through their village atop Lake Bunyoni, down the slanted alleys that run between their mud houses, into people’s homes and business’s. I felt safe and at home in this tiny village, and delved into learning about Ugandan life...

Feb 7 2008 “Life on Lake Victoria” I can feel the day’s heat that has been absorbed into the concrete seats that look out over the grey horizon of Lake Victoria. Swamp grass grows at my feet and to within a metre of the shore, allowing a strip of beach to stretch across the bay, while a solemn...

Jan 30 2008 “A new time zone?” There is an earthquake like open fracture of the earth, filled with ruts, deep crevices and high walls, that runs alongside the main tar road to Dar es Salaam. It is the old road north, left to be admired perhaps, but thankfully not used. So yesterday, we...

Jan 24 2008 “Adeus Mocambique” Sadly, we have spent our last full day in Mocambique. A new language to learn, different people and a change of beer, hopefully, await us tomorrow in Tanzania. I feel quite selfish at the prospect of simply moving onto a new country. A humbling awakening that...

Jan 15 2008 The warm enveloping wind that brushes over my hair and cheeks, is so fresh off the sea, I can taste the salt in the air. I am sitting in the far corner, under a single disco orange bulb, on this elevated wooden balcony, a shadowy outline of my form, glowing against the dark sea...

Jan 6 2008 I am absolutely exhausted and three beers under, so I’ll apologise in advance. Today has been our first real day of effortless riding, with the sun on our backs and a cloudless sky, the journey has never been sweeter. We awoke this morning, for the first time on our trip, to a clear...

                          This is a story about a father and son, expert and novice duo, who rode 20,000km through eight southern African countries on their KLR 650's. Retirees at 22 and 55, we rode for 3 months, straying away from the tourists and tar roads. The stories that follow are our...

Hi everyone, Thought I would open a post to say hello to everybody, and at the same test a few links, as I am trying to put together a ride report... I am no longer a bike owner :( due to being a recent ex-student and saving to go travelling again, but I was an avid user of this site before my...