Swahili For The Broken-Hearted
Cape Town to Cairo by any means possible
Running away to Africa wasn’t meant to be this much fun!
A week after breaking up with the GND (my travelling companion through Central America) I headed off to Africa to lose myself for a while.
In the grand tradition of 19th-century scoundrels, explorers and romantics, Africa strikes me as the ideal place to find solitude and anonymity in the face of a personal crisis.
It didn’t quite work out that way, of course.
As I travelled from the southernmost city in Africa to the Pyramids of Egypt, I fell in with a motley cast of characters and had a myriad misadventures: including narrowly escaping a riot by hiding in a coffin shop in Addis Ababa, ‘starring’ as an extra in a WW2 epic in Nairobi and dodging 20,000 single woman trying to catch the eye of the king of Swaziland during the annual Reed Dance.
Oh, and then there was the time when I was kicked out of Robert Mugabe’s birthday bash at gunpoint…
So much for the recuperative powers of a Masai Mara sunset.
“Relayed with his dryer-than-the-Sahara wit, Moore captures the spirit of contemporary Africa. Brilliant!”Good Book Guide
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Photos from the trip
Please forgive the poor quality of the images in this gallery. The originals are in a storage unit in Australia, so I’ve had to use images from when the web was slow and high resolution was a curse rather than a blessing. I plan to visit my storage unit some time this year. When I do, rest assured, the image quality will improve dramatically.