Category: Zambia


african-oscars

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

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

The categories are : (drum roll please)…

1. Best Hotel : The Gecko Lounge, Malawi
2. Worst Hotel : Pensão Leeta, Mocimboa da Praia, Mozambique

3. Best Meal : La Colombe, Constainia, Cape Town – by far
4. Worst Meal : Hotel Palma, Palma, Mozambique

5. Best Transport : Zambia
6. Worst Transport : Namibia

7. Friendliest People : Malawi
8. Not so Friendly People : Namibia

9. Best Value : Mozambique
10. Worst Value : Malawi

And last but by no means least…

11. Best Beer : 1 Litre Frosted Glass Hansa Draught – Namibia with Maluti a very close second – Lesotho
12. Worst Beer : Laurentina Stout – dire!

And the most coveted award for biggest tosser 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.

muni

Lusaka to Livingstone

After a few days bobbing about the Ku-Umboka Backpackers we headed over to stay with a friend of Molly’s, Val. The plan was to actually stop. Not move around, cook, eat and generally have a quick taste as to what regular life was like again.

Val, our host, is a good friend of Molly’s. She has a heart of gold, great sense of humour and the perfect type to be on the ground in Zambia helping people improve their standard of living. A real NGO type. She has positively amazing mental attitude, and with Anayawa and Mark, is getting the job done. It was en eye-opener to watch them in action. Naturally they were chomping at the bit to get us out to experience the Lusaka night-life. At least, Anayawa was. And to no avail. We just wanted to cook, eat and sleep. While there we caught up with a famous Zambian painter called Stary Mwaba. I’d met him before in Dublin at a gallery night. Quiet and funny, he was his usual self and I enjoyed him immensely. All of the crew there, (even Zambian rapper called Choklate!) were just the tonic we needed.

So, after two weeks there eating and drinking it was time to move on. Livingstone and Vic Falls next up. For those who don’t know, just south of Livingstone, the Zambezi River holds an international border between, Zambia, Zimbabwe and Namibia. At which point there is Victoria Falls. The Falls are on the Zambian side and the best view point (in my opinion) is on the Zimbabwe side. We headed down to the national park situated on the edge of the falls and spent the day walking, and sometimes hiking about the park. This time I found that the falls were far fuller and thus more impressive than last time I saw them . Under the eternal gaze of an imposing bronze statue of Dr. David Livingstone they are a noisy and gigantic sight to behold. It was good to be back at Mosi oa Tunya – The Smoke that Thunders.

1 Vic Falls2 Vic Falls

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South Luangwa

Finally! Back in the bush. And after our “Safari Fiasco” in Kenya it was about time. We arranged a one way cross border trip to South Luangwa National Park from Lilongwe, Malawi. A bunch of us headed off in two 4×4’s. All told the journey was about seven hours and we settled into our safari tent overlooking the Luangwa river in the afternoon. A few of us getting to know each other over a sundowner watching the resident hippos and crocodiles jostle for the last rays of evening warmth.

The next two days started with a chilly early morning rise of 5 a.m. for morning game drive and an evening game drive starting at 4 p.m. The usual suspects were sighted. Elephant, Buffalo, Giraffe, Zebra, Lion, Leopard, Hyaena and a rash of birds. I’m always quite happy to sit in a herd of Elephant but we were not supposed to go off road, so we couldn’t as they didn’t oblige and neither did the guide. Our guide Emmanuel was below average. I kept my reservations about his guiding skills, driving habits and priorities to myself, as I didn’t want to spoil it for the rest of the guys in the car. Speaking of which the people in the car were a really good bunch to be on safari with. A few English girls, a Welch girl, a Finnish chappie, a German (ch-erman!) and of course us two flutes. It was a great mix and we all got along famously! Naturally, I had my safari hat on so I was cracking all the jungle jokes and generally being a safari knob!

GiraffesHippo in a Dress

The other car was full of “the others”. Idle of mind, profused with opinion, childish and just generally not nice. They incurred the wraith of Muni’s full arsenal. They just begged for it anyway. With such outbursts as, “So, are we still in Eye-raq ?” and “Why did we go there in the first place?” – Give me patience!

HyaenaMaribou Storks

So, all round the safari was not a fiasco. Well, maybe 11 cars chasing a female Lion through the bush was thoroughly farcical and calling in a Leopard (on a hunt no less) so that 5 other cars could come and hunt it down was downright laughable, but on the whole, a good ginch.

This time, we thought, it was the people who made it memorable.

Safari Knobs!

Safari Knobs!

Thanks fellas!

muni