Tag: politics

  • The African Barking Spider! (Apologies for this one)

    The African Barking Spider! (Apologies for this one)

    The sounds of the jungle bush in the north are much different to the sounds of the flatter bush lands to the west and to those hectic noises of Nkata Bay on the Lake. Unlike the towns, there is no music being pumped almost 24/7 from dawn break, there is no bustling village near our pillows and…

  • Ravin’ Bees and a lot of Gin

    Ravin’ Bees and a lot of Gin

    The storms have begun and thankfully, we weren’t caught out, floating around on some hefty hollowed-out tree trunks near Mozambique (as we had planned). Plenty has however, been blown off in Nkata Bay. Many flimsy roofs (most of them thatched or corrugated aluminium), boats have been battered and businesses are now busy cleaning and sweeping…

  • A geriatric, old swan from Scotland

    A geriatric, old swan from Scotland

    Although she is reliably late, the Ilala ferry is a stalwart of lakeshore life in Malawi. Overworked engines, (possibly) drunk captains, questionable weather, the economy, people falling over board, a rusty hull and broken steel, pontoons being sailed into and sunk, and loose animals on board could all be blamed for a schedule which, at best,…

  • Life’s a Beach, with a few owls and some fly burgers

    Life’s a Beach, with a few owls and some fly burgers

    The project to kayak along some of the lake shore of Mozambique has sadly been put on hold – due to the kayaks not arriving from South Africa. We’re closing in on mango season; the unpredictable storms and heavy rains wouldn’t help our efforts. Attempting the expedition for three weeks on canoes made by digging…

  • Crocodiles, Music, and a Sorry Sanctuary

    Crocodiles, Music, and a Sorry Sanctuary

    I just needed to man up! Whatever I had last night was not malaria. A decent breakfast and a swim in some, apparently crocodile-friendly waters and I am fine. This area of the lake is busy with crocodile. Friends of ours who travelled here with us last night went for a morning walk and reported seeing a small…

  • Something to do with a drunk captain…

    Something to do with a drunk captain…

    Something to do with a drunk captain…or at least an extended stop while he visits his mistress(es) – of this I have absolutely no evidence other than everyone talking about it on the ferry like its yesterday’s news. Whatever the reason (I’m blaming mistress number three) the boat is, as usual, delayed. Following a very…

  • Where Elephants Once Ruled

    Where Elephants Once Ruled

    On the beach at Ruarwe, along with hundreds of other folk, we loaded our belongings into the rickety boats that realistically in the west would have carried a quota of about 15 folk. We’ve managed to stuff about 40 people on each craft including all manner of bags and suitcases, potato sacks, fish, goats, chickens, and a solar panel…

  • Chiefly Politics and Recovery

    Chiefly Politics and Recovery

    I would love to say that like my two malaria muppets and the infected leg bandit, that my next few days were a smoke-free, alcohol-free resuscitation period, but I’d be lying. While the chaps have been recovering from their horrid ailments, I have spent the days gargling salty water, popping ibuprofen, rehydrating with powders that…

  • Fatal mistakes, losing your jaw in the night….and Roy Hodgson

    Fatal mistakes, losing your jaw in the night….and Roy Hodgson

    Baboons kept me awake all night (as well as trying to sleep in the hammock). Hackling, coughing and grunting to each other around the forest floor, it must be a social serenade to them. Shouting in the dark; probably making each other aware of the nearby dangers, they’re quite arrogant in their anti-neighbour behaviour. We…

  • Malaria

     Bjorn woke up this morning with what he thought was a mild hangover, but quickly within an hour, announced he had malaria. It comes on fast, especially when you’re in somewhat uncomfortable and hot surroundings. Naturally, the young paratrooper was keen to mock and inform Bjorn that he just can’t handle a few shots from the…

  • Backpacking Spooners….and Charlie

    Backpacking Spooners….and Charlie

    Charlie was a young Berkshire boy who lost himself backpacking in Malawi over eighteen years ago – back when most of the lakeshore was wild and when backpackers didn’t expect to be lazily-spoon-fed all the secrets that an area has to offer. Queue sweeping statements and controversy…. Having come across a lot of modern backpackers…

  • 2014 in review

    So I wrote 62 posts across the USA and the blog received just short of 10,000 reads. Raising $3227 for @worldlandtrust. I’d say it was a pretty successful year. If you’re stuck for some toilet time reading, these were the most popular updates: Naked and Alone https://winstonwolfrider.wordpress.com/2014/07/16/1579/ Haunting Experiences https://winstonwolfrider.wordpress.com/…/nobody-heard-me-s…/ New Orleans https://winstonwolfrider.wordpress.com/…/a-miss-havisham-p…/ Race and…