Bike of good hope

So today I start the day with breakfast included. Local hotel breakfast is sweet chai tea, french fried potatoe chips, one boiled egg, white bread and butter. I pass the potatoes and make my own porrage in a cup with hot water. Then I fix the flat tyre. My body is telling me it was a long ride yesterday. Muscles are stiff in legs and back, also arms and core. Of course my but is a bit sour also. Another breakfast on the way. They have great drinking yoghurt here. And they mak

Nkata bay and Majoka lodge was nice. Very cute and fun built with a lot of small huts in a steep downhill. Toilet and shower with views to the lake, all very fairy tale style. A nice bar and restaurant with only european guests. I choose to camp next to the water. Love hearing the sound of the waves next to me. I forgot my computer in the last guest house but the Rumanian cyclist does me a great favour in bringing it. When he arrives it is allready afternoon and I feel like s

I do have some serious issues with my bicycle back weel. So should I have choosen a different bike? I have got in touch with Cykelringen in Sweden selling me the bicycle and they don't want to help at all, not even giving guarantee for any of our two broken back wheels without seeing them first. So I am so angry on them. I role down the hills to Nkata bay by the lake with trouble on the way. I do have some serious issues with my bicycle back weel. Now the choice of bicycle wa

I sleep bad and wake up after 4 hours. Mosquitoes in the tent and loads of small ants. Apparently I accidently scratched a hole in the tent when moving it. I moved it a few feet, with bags inside just before nightfall to get under a roof to protect it from rain. I don't get more sleep so I get up at 4 am. I get ready for today's big climb. I am just about to leave when I see the flat tyre. So I get it fixed and now it is already 5.30. I go for breakfast in the village and whe

I fix my back weel with great efforts and visit a nursery school. Cycling in Malawi theese first days is hot and beautiful. I sleep until 4 am and sit up. I know the back weel is destroyed beyond reparation. So I save all spokes and change the weel with Christians bicycles old front weel. This is a time consuming and long process. I so dislike the company that sold me this bicycle. It takes me two hours to get the spokes of the spare weel, another three hours to get the spoke

I wake up, last morning in Tanzania. I and the fund help five kids to an education. I have big problems with the bike and enter Malavi. The night was ok. I thought I was woken to get robbed at three in the morning by some guy knocking on the door. He said things I did not understand for a minute. At that time I got up and took the fruitknife to the drawing table. I also blocked the door with thesame table. Then I was awake for another half hour. When I allmost fell asleep a r

Now we leave Zanzibar with the cheaper night ferry. We make our way with an other frerry in the morning to the orphanage in Kigamboni. So "somehow" me and Luise got a document of Tanzanian recidense. Which gave us the better price on the ferry to Dar-es-salam. We take the night ferry which is also cheaper and it saves us one night of accomodation. When we tell some locals about us going on this boat they smile and laugh. It is not a popular option. It is safe but not great it

We also go cycling on the beach and snorkel another day. And I really want to recomend the octopussy coconut curry at this place by the ferry ticket terminal. We strol around for allmost two days. We also go to a nice rooftop place, Swahili house. After some city buzzling we go back north to Nungwi where the nice beaches are. We go on a cycling adventure on the beach, racing against the clock and the rising water tied. and visit a turtle sanctuary. We also take a day trip on

I visit the capital of Zanzibar, spend some time on the beach and rest. Zanzibar is a big island, in the size of Gotland maybe. A lot of houses of concrete stand unfinished all over and only the north and the capital has some big touristic hotels. There is some historic story about German former DDR and Zanzibar. Stone Town in Zanzibar is very beautiful. A cute old colonial town with small streets. Smells of exotic spices in the hot air and great colonial style buildings with

I arrive to Zanzibar, with train, motorcycle, plane and local bus. A nice paradise for relaxing a bit. Train arrived late. We got on a motorcycle taxi and came to the harbor. Some people told us the boat was leaving and they all told us it was full. They wanted to sell us plane tickets. The boat was not full but Christian takes off. I buy the plane ticket and take the fast and dangerous motorcycle ride to the airport. We cross three red lights and go more in the opposite lane