Tag Archives: Luangwa Bridge Camp
‘To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive’.* Really?
June. Winter in the southern hemisphere. The year 2011. A man walks into the bar – yes I know, I use it too often. But there’s a reason. Besides the fact we’re often in the bar, before you say it. … Continue reading
Posted in Travelling, Zambia
Tagged Africa, handaxes, hunting, Luangwa, Luangwa Bridge Camp, motorcyclists, Robert Louis Stevenson, slave trade, The Prisoner, Travel, Zambezi, Zambia
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That road – dejà viewed. Part 4: the journey’s end.
The man who’s driving this long and just-beginning-to-be-winding road has a very soothing manner. On another day I might – just might – find Fegan’s manner too soothing. As in irritatingly slow. Tonight, his aura of calm is perfect. I sink into the … Continue reading
Posted in If you only read one ..., Zambia
Tagged charcoal burniing, Great East Road, Land Cruiser, Luangwa Bridge Camp, Lusaka, Nyimba, Petauke, Pioneer Camp, slave trade, Slavery, Travel, Zambia
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MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 