We titled this bicycle journey of discovery “Nomads by Nomads”, the nomads being us (veteran vagabonds) actively seeking out traditional nomadic peoples. A thematic forces an itinerary because the focus is clear, the only question is where is the next target and what is the best route to it. Since…
“You are no spring chickens, you know. You are the oldest people I’ve seen doing this on bicycles!” Adelaide states matter-of-factly. We are sitting at the dinning table at Quinta San Antonio, in Lindela, Mozambique, and getting introduced to vetkoek, a fried bread stuffed with ground beef, onions and tomatoes,…
“Kumba Lodge? It’s another five to ten minutes walking your bikes. It’s gonna be worth it!” a bearded man with a South African accent yells from his garden. We are pushing our bikes on the sandy road to our destination. Our beaming cheerleader takes another puff on his fat joint…
“In Mozambique they are horrible people, because of the war I think.” We are standing by our loaded bikes at the gate of a forgettable roadside guesthouse, near the junction of roads M5 and M1 in central Malawi, talking to its owner. “Malawi, Zimbabwe they are fair countries, just poverty.…
