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Zulu pride |
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Standing infront of 15 young Zulu giving their all in a traditional dance performance, it was impossible to stop the waves of goosebumps running down my spine more... |
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Forest wanderings (Part 2: Seen any crocs?) |
I had been told that to cross the 60-80m span of the Mbashe River I could hire the services of a local villager who owned a canoe. But after an hour of walking the southern river bank... more... |
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Forest wanderings (Part 1: Adder encounter) |
The Wildcoast stretch of South Africa’s coastline lives up to its name; the ocean can almost seem angry as it batters the shores, which rise rapidly from gorgeous beaches to rugged mountains. more... |
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Farewell Damien & Patricia, hello Jeanette & Pete |
Despite the fact Damien was stuck back in hospital it was time for me to move on from Jo'burg. Two more team members, website designers Jeanette and Pete, had arrived in Cape Town one week ago and I was running a little late for our rendezvous’ more... |
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The saga continues... |
Now one week out of hospital, Damien’s abdominal pain hadn’t diminished; in fact it seemed to be intensifying. He had lost his appetite and plenty of weight and his mother and I were growing increasingly concerned. more... |
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Damien's medical mysteries |
Damien’s health seemed to be taking backward steps since his release from hospital three days earlier. Intense waves of abdominal pain were plaguing him... more... |
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Hospitalization in Jo'burg |
Renowned as a city of great opportunity for the ambitious, Johannesburg (a.k.a. Jo’burg, Jozie) also has a reputation for being aggressive, and reports of violent crime are rife. Naturally I was a little nervous about our arrival in this big smoke. more... |
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Plan B: The medical evacuation |
After five days in the intensive care unit following his emergency surgery Damien was making slow progress towards recovery more... |
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Knighty lives! Thankyou Spirit in the sky |
Just after 1.30am an American surgeon tapped me on the shoulder. He explained that Damien had needed to be resuscitated on the operating table and that he had suffered extensive internal injuries more... |
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Cycling with Damien (Part 4: Emergency surgery) |
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Yet another hour passed before I was able to personally deliver Damien's x-ray and ultrasound scans to the doctor. I watched as he inspected them against the dim glow of the hospital ceiling light. Panic suddenly crept across his face... more... |
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Cycling with Damien (Part 3: Hospital nightmares) |
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The emergency ward was packed. Injured people lined the walls outside the doctor’s room, two with pools of blood slowly gathering on the bare concrete floor beneath their long bench seat. more... |
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Cycling with Damien (Part 2: A painful journey) |
When I reached the crowd I saw Damien in the centre lying on the dusty ground staring blankly at the sky. His shirt was in tatters and large patches of skin were missing on his elbows and knees, with the underlying white connective tissue exposed more... |
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Cycling with Damien (Part 1: The incident) |
After a not so quick tent packing Damien and I took to the roads of Lilongwe, excited about our first day of riding together...and what a day it turned out to be. Perhaps the scarest ride of my life so far. more... |
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All hail the arrival of one Damien Knight |
After paying off the policeman who had stopped the taxi I was travelling in, we continued to the Lilongwe airport in Malawi to meet my old school friend Damien Knight - bald tyres and all. more... |
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The children of Nkhata Bay |
According to a 2004 UN report Malawi is ranked 13th in the list of 'least livable countires' with an annual GDP of just US$600 per capita. Needless to say, most people live very simply... more... |
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Fishing from dug-outs on Lake Malawi |
Lake Malawi is the life-blood for thousands of Malawians living on its shores, and fishing is a way of life past down through the generations more... |
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Pedalling to paddle |
I woke up in a dodgy guesthouse (which I'm almost certain doubled as a brothel), and jumped on my trusty mountain bike to ride the final 50 km from Mzuzu to Lake Malawi more... |
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Jagging fish in the backwaters |
Walking back to my campsite in the fading sunlight I began chatting to some local boys. They were trying to catch small fish isolated in the shallow backwaters of Lake Malawi. more... |
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Walking with Kabwenkha |
I pulled into a small shop on an otherwise desolate stretch of road to take in a cold drink more... |
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Malawi's welcoming waters |
I woke up early to a foul stench and occasional grunting, and suddenly remembered that 2m directly below the window of my guesthouse room was a piggery more... |
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