Roadside Tales

In Karthoum we had a 1st contact on the phone with our fixer in Wadi Halfa.

Nightlife in Wadi Halfa was definitely not that confusing: just listening to the television placed in the middle of the open floor and trying to sleep.

We explored the market and the most important buildings of the proud capital of the non-existing state of Somaliland. Amongst others the hero’s monument: an emergency landed MIG 21 airplane the former dictator Sidi Barre sent to Hargeysa to bombard the secessionist Somalilandies.

We arrived at the border to Somaliland – at a first glance the village looked like other small towns at borders: more plastic bags in the scrub than inhabitants and goats.

We arrived in Southern Ethiopia with its dozens of very different tribes living there. Each with their very own culture and most of them having clear rules and signs to distinguish them from their neighbours.

Nairobi has very modern Government skyscrapers with very tight security to protect its public servants from its citizens – and from Al Qaida gentlemen.

We arrive in Uganda. So we’re in the country with the definitely most dangerous driving habits in the world and millions of motorbike drivers with passenger but, all without helmets trying to survive between the suicide car drivers – as you can state all sounds a little familiar to situations in the Congo.

When travelling thru Africa, normally you get to the border, greet the officer, ask him how he is, how his wife is, his girlfriends, the kids of his girlfriends and eventually the one with his wife.

Lions are not the main reason to visit Serengeti. Watching odd lions is rather interesting for these thousands of pre-booked tour operators, which have to economise fuel for their driver’s challenges in daily live. Definitely Serengeti’s highlight is rather wildebeests.

After all these wild beasts life had to go on. We headed on to Lake Natron even if some traveller’s stories about modern Maasai culture seriously tried to discourage us.