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On the road -- another one -- i ve been writing these reports now for how long? pretty much about over 5 years. pretty
scary. Only few have been reading the reports from the beginning on, most of you i met somewhere on the road in these last
couple of years.
5 years -- fuck, if you break it down, i havent changed at all - still travelling, still studying, still
having fun, but 5 years have passed.
actually i started travelling at the age of 15. the uk. that was before the whole
email business became important. all together it would probably sum up to 4 or 5 years on the road in total.
well, if
i stroll through my travelreports written throughout the years, i can definitely see that i ve changed. i would have filled
pages 5 years ago with the adventures i had in the last couple of days, but i realized soon that you cant really connect to
all these stories, if you havent been actually to these places yourself. i kept on writing and kept on filling pages, but
the stories got weirder and my travelstyle changed quite a bit. 9 stitches, naked on some vulcano in el salvador or on top
of africa, swimming and being pulled by a shark in belize, whatever -- the feedback was there and i am meeting people now
in africa, i havent seen in 4 years. email is great and even if i do write plenty of personal emails, without these travelreports
i would have never been able to stay in touch with so many friends. i can definitely also say
that exactly this feedback
is one of the reasons i always end up in these weird fucked up sometimes dangerous situations, cause it just feels good to
have someone to tell that to. would i ll be ending up doing the same shit, if there wasnt email? dunno, well, i guess i d
be still travelling and enjoying myself, but would it be in the same style?
mmmhh, i reckon it would, call it adrenalin,
endorphin, lariam or whatever, but it is always a pretty cool feeling having survived another adventure. bored of society,
bored of security and stability,
bored of the daily life routine -- yep i think this is what longtime travelling is about.
and here we got the link to things like the swedish bikini team, soccer, the non-warmduscher club, our invisible
friend forrest, bob and doris and all the other stuff made up on the road --- things that make
it all more interesting
and things that connect.
the swedish bikini team - a metapher for dreams/fantasies to come true, for impossible things to happen.
the non-warmduscher business -- dushbagtravellerlabeling
forrest --- the invisible traveller attracting all bad luck
in his enviroment
soccer -- if you dont how to play it, well, then icant help you -- it s probably the most connecting
sport on the planet. simple and funny, but still challenging everytime you play it.
mmmh, filled another page without
even telling you bout what i ve been up to. that whole thing would more belong to my diary than here in this email, but what
the heck. i guess, if you ve read so far, i may just continue. i ll keep it short hehe.
Saw black rhinos in the nongorongoro
crater (took me bout 3 weeks to remember and pronounce that name properly) -- pretty cool landscape, s been a big crater full
of animals. only 40 black rhinos left, 12 of them live in this crater. the rest somewhere in south africa.
i then went
to the inofficial capital in tanzania, dar es salaam. got scammed and stuck and didnt like it at all, but had a blast with
some denish folk. from there to zanzibar - paradies on earth - well it definitely could take up with the beautiful beaches
in south east
asia. turquise water, white long sandy beaches, good food, stonetown a really cool arabic influenced town
(remembered me little bit of cartagena colombia).
swam with dolphins, dived with big turtles, missed the whalesharks. some scotish people tried to take the piss out of
me .... well they succeeded, but at least i got back some of my englishenglish.
anyway, took a 24 h train through half
fucking tanzania, goign through the biggest national park selous -- means like sitting in the train, starring out of you window
and spotting giraffes, elefants, zebras and hippos. quite cool.
at the malawi border i found out that austrians do need
visum to enter. we must have had some serious genocide in that country that no one knows about. they tried to send me back
to dar, where the visum would cost 70 us ... fuck that. my smile and the smile of
george convinced the border guy finally
and i could proceed. malawi -- country of tabacco and the really strong malawi gold. spent days just hopping from beach to
beach on beautiful lake malawi. wakeboarding,
snorkelling, sailing, drinking -- its cheap! back to my budget (which doesnt
exist anymore anyway after tanzania). took the old and famous steamboat to cruise from north to south of the lake. and here
i am
finally, in lilongwe, the capital of malawi. waiting for my mozambique visum to be issued, killing time, checking
emails, enjoying your stories.
5 years on the road -- what a brilliant invention this whole email business is -- it connects.
ha, too much
again.
sorry.
a man carries a package. the moment he reaches the savannah, he is dead. tell me, what is in his package?
bob
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