Crossing Into Zimbabwe
Ben and I pulled up to the Zimbabwean border at Kazangula as the sun began it’s lunchtime baking of the planet. We were one of …
Ben and I pulled up to the Zimbabwean border at Kazangula as the sun began it’s lunchtime baking of the planet. We were one of …
The excitement of our draw with Slovenia had inspired Ben and I (Someday, you will understand America, I swear). The FIFA office was sold out …
Ed dropped us off when traffic slowed our roll to nil. “Well, here we go,” Ed said, waving his hand to the traffic cop and his …
Mark and Joy made us a very proper, big fry-up for our last meal in their wonderful home. They even packed us fresh fruit for …
The cruiser had warmed in the sun, and we thawed insided, shielded from the wind. Starting it in the shadow of the Citadel of Greater …
Leaving the damp cold of the Bvumba, we retraced our route to Mutare, where we filled our tank with dollar-a-liter street-diesel and bellies with cream-filled …
With Drifter’s fading into the rearview mirror, the road took us south through Mutare and then up into the Bvumba hills. A thick curtain of …
The terrible luck along the Swahili coast had forced us to retrace our route back into Malawi. We drove hard, crashing after dark and rising …
A well-dressed man stopped me inside the second-hand clothes market in Lilongwe, Malawi. Between the piles of fabrics, he asked in smooth English if I …
We were forty kilometers outside of Dar es Salaam, when the bad luck took hold. Outside of a diesel station in Mimuja, a screaming siren blew …
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