Category: Tanzania


Well now that we leave Africa soon (Boo Hoo!) Muni & Molly’s African Oscars are now published.

The categories are : (drum roll please)

1. Best Accommadation / Hotel : Green Turtle Lodge, Dixcove, Ghana
2. Worst Accommadation / Hotel : Pensão Leeta, Mocimboa da Praia, Mozambique

3. Best Meal : La Colombe, Constainia, Cape Town, South Africa
4. Worst Meal : Cafe No Name, Arsi Negele, Ethiopia

5. Best Transport : CTM, Morocco
6. Worst Transport : Burundi

7. Friendliest People : Tied at Burkina Faso and Malawi
8. Unfriendliest People : White Namibians

9. Best Value : Ghana
10. Worst Value : Rwanda

And last but by no means least…

11. Best Beer : Primus 720ml, Burundi
12. Worst Beer : Laurentina Stout, Mozambique

And the most coveted award for biggest tosser in Africa goes to….

The fat, Afrikaner, make-up put on with a cement mixer, hair-do like a bulldog’s arse, manager of the Cat Nap Guest House in Springbok for her inability to take a booking 3 whole weeks in advance. Moan about the check in time, lie about her presence prior to us checking in and then only say that we had booked one night when two were requested. I hope you catch the clap from a toilet seat and you choke on some worm infested biltong again. Congratulations, your golden Oscar is in the post.

We’ve also added some additional categories for those that were worthy of such an acolade.

They are:

Toughest Day : 8th April 2009, Butare, Rwanda after visiting a genocide memorial. (I talk about it HERE)

Most adventerous moment: Boarding a tug boat to travel down Lake Tanganyika en-route to Kigoma, Tanzania

The 5 best highlights (in no particular order):

1. Getting up close and personal with 5 Silverbacks in Parc National de Volcans, Rwanda
2. Being pamered in Madikwe Safari Lodge, South Africa
3. Juming out of a dhow, after spotting Dolphins, onto the best beach in Africa. Praia de Chocas, Mozambique
4. Standing on the precipace of the plateau in Dogon Country, Mali
5. Giggling at the confluence of the Atlantic and Indian Ocean’s at the southern most tip of Africa

Muni & Molly

Well now that we leave East Africa tomorrow Muni & Molly’s East African Oscars are now published.

The categories are : (drum roll please)…

1. Best Hotel : Hottel Panari, Nairobi, Kenya
2. Worst Hotel : Hotel No Name Arsi Negele, Ethiopia

3. Best Meal : All of the meals in Masala Chatt, Kampala, Uganda
4. Worst Meal : Cafe No Name, Arsi Negele, Ethiopia

5. Best Transport : Rwanda
6. Worst Transport : Burundi & the worst road in Africa from Dar es Salaam to Kilwa Masoko

7. Friendliest People : Kenyans
8. Not so Friendly People : None really in East Africa : Well done !

9. Best Value : Uganda
10. Worst Value : Rwanda

And last but by no means least…

11. Best Beer : Primus 720ml, Burundi.
12. Worst Beer : Not one – just warm beer !

And the most coveted award for biggest tosser goes to….

Mr. Matatu Driver in Kampala for laughing at the customers and ignoring their pleas to stop. To the point were this humble writer had to grab the driver of a moving vehicle in a very agressive way causing many screams and general mayhem in the process!!! I hope you are plagued by punctures the rest of your days.


Dhanyavad to the Indians

Thali, Dosa, Lassi, Potato Samosa, Pawpaw Salsa, Dhal Bhajia, Masala and Mysore Dosa, Kachori, Chevda and Chapati are now my new favourites. Favourites of Indian food, my savour, my stomach stuffer, my delight, my all. At least once a week commencing many months ago in The Gambia of all places, I thank Shiva for Indians. Especially Indians who made Africa their home.

My history may be slightly wrong but in colonial days, Indians came to Africa as traders and were also brought to build the railways by the British. In 1972, the lovely fella that Idi Amin was, evicted 70,000 Asians that lived in Uganda (they were given 90 days to leave with no possessions bar the clothes that they stood in). Alot moved to other East African countries and further afield in Africa to built new businesses and lives there.

Much to my surprise and delight and probably to Jon’s too as it means I am fed and not hungry and therefore moan less, Indian eateries are everywhere! Since my first tasty meal in a too posh restaurant for us backpackers in Farjara, The Gambia, to the usual Indian fare in Kumasi and Accra, Ghana, to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia which even managed to have tasty scoffs, to the large Indian ladies in Mombasa, Kenya who cooked us the best ever Indian street food served with spicy coconut dippydoo. They became very rich because of all the food I bought and I became very fat from all the food I bought and ate. To Masala Chat the greatest restaurant in Uganda and so far in Africa for us. We went three times, devoured dosas and each time left fuller than the previous time. Even Rwanda did not disappoint. You can’t blame Burundi for not partaking in the Indian buzz but then they only came out of a long civil war in 2002. Maybe with time?

And then there is Tanzania, the land of Swahili food. Well unfortunately I did not manage to find much decent Swahili food but a little Indian tucked away on a side street in Zanzibar restored my faith somewhat. The Radha Food House. It is not often I get to go to a vegetarian restaurant but it is good to see Jon suffer a little whilst eating chickpeas and lentils rather than steak. But not this time! No complaining from him. The food was tastier than ever before and my only regret was that I had not come here earlier rather than on my last night on the island.

So back to Indians in Africa and what they do for me? Well lots really. They sell the best yoghurt, never rip you off, are honest, can give proper street directions, build Hindu temples that I can visit and of course cook the best food ever. They are bleedin’ deadly.


Face to Face with Frodo

Just after sunrise we boarded our small engined boat. Everything else seemingly still asleep. Lake Tanganyika mirror-like. Its water the clearest of any lake I’ve ever seen with columns of early morning sunlight penetrating some feet to the sandy bottom. Engine noise shattering the morning silence as we headed back up the lake in the direction of Gombe Stream National Park. (From Bujumbura, on the previous Tuesday, we traveled over night down the lake by tug-boat no less…!) By 9 A.M.we had arrived, paid the entrance fee, completed formalities and set off into the park.

The hike started out easy enough but gradually increased in intensity. The incline becoming more and more difficult. Abdul, our guide, whispering into the cb radio along the way. After about an hour we stop for some questions. “They use tools? Yes. They charge? Yes. They hunt? Yes. They’re obviously intelligent then? Yes”. Molly and I look at each other nervously. “If they charge….Hug a tree!”. Thanks Abdul…that’s a great help! Then, as if they knew they we were in the forest, they let out raucous screams. The kind that send shivers up your spine. “Welcome!” Abdul declares. Nervously we continue. Steeper and steeper. Sweating heavily now we look up.


A black hairy ball of legs and arms. Barely recognisable until a head pops out for a quick look. Chimpanzees. Lots of them. Most sitting around and grooming each other. Almost flossing with each others hair. I’ve seen this group on t.v. – the “F” group. Fifi, Flori and Frodo all there. I am in disbelief. I am where Jane Goodall carried out over 50 years of research. This very ground.


All of a sudden hooting, screaming, screeching yelping and howling. Just as before. “Dont run” Abdul says. I’m petrified. “Run? Where?” I think. One breaks off and practically runs through the treetops. Shadowlike. Most of the group are now on the ground. We watch patiently and quietly trying not to make direct eye contact and keeping our distance. We all follow various F group members for about one and a half hours. Frodo is up in his nest and refuses to come down but keeps an eye. A young female comes down for a closer inspection. She looks at us and us at her. A magic moment. The rest of the group is moving off now. Frodo comes down gracefully in seconds to the path. He stops and looks back. For the tiniest moment we are eye to eye. He is grey now, not the Alpha male, but no less impressive. He is astounding. And to think we were not going to come…


The Young Female

98% human and 100% TOP BUZZ !!!