Phase One Complete
Phase One Complete. The flames licked hungrily at our battered pan, inside a pack of noodles complimented by a handful of unknown leafy plants and a few slithers of biltong bubbled hungrily. With only three litres of filthy chlorinated water between us, the next 100 kilometres of desert ahead of us seemed an almost impossible task. The silence stretched for [...]
Descending the Plateau de Makira
Descending the Plateau de Makira, we had made our way into the dry desolate hinterlands of Madagascar. The next morning after we arrived at The Friends of Mandritsara compound, I awoke early to begin preparing for our onward journey into the desert like interior only to hear Louis being violently sick in the bathroom next door. The previous day we [...]
Maroantsetra gave us hard cover
Maroantsetra gave us hard cover and a good nights rest to charge our batteries and sort out any blisters/sores. With a few local shops around we were able to buy some non descript sugary drinks and a few snacks giving us the sugar that our bodies craved. We met with Paulin and another chap that would come with us called [...]
We touched down into Madagascar’s capital
We touched down into Madagascar’s capital, Antananarivo, where we had to spend a day waiting for our onward flight to the north east of the country. Due to the increasing media ruckus surrounding the ongoing plague epidemic ripping through the city, we had booked ourselves into a hotel as close to the airport as possible. The streets thrived with activity [...]
The Red Isle beckons
Surrounded by darkness, in a grass roofed house, deep in the rainforest cloaked heart of Papua New Guinea a thunderstorm raged, rain beating down upon the rickety structure which creaked and groaned with the wind that whipped around it. Louis lay next to me unconscious, sweat soaked and pale, consumed by a jungle fever that had took a hold that [...]
Papua New Guinea in the bag . . .
Chiming pierced the air, shaking us both from our frail slumber. Daybreak was upon us and the occupants of Winima all stirring to find out what the commotion was about. Like a shot Hennis (our guide) slipped from the grass roofed wooden house we slept in and made his way towards the high-pitched hubbub. In silence Lou and I started [...]