Guest House Harare

... There we stayed the night before heading up to the salt pans the next day. Our night in Francistown was interesting, mainly because the guest house I found in my guide book ended up being about the most 70ish era place I have ever slept in my life (and ...

... 9pm and were too late to get through the gate. Instead, we stumbled upon a small sign for Hivu, a plant nursery, café, guest house and backpackers. Bry managed to wiggle the padlock free on the supposedly locked gates, revealing a big dark and motionless ...

... on probabaly one of the greatest adventures of my life. Having flown from Cairo overnight on three different fights, I arrived in Harare tired but upbeat and excited. Having duly completed my immigration papers and handed over $30 dollars I was told ...

... on probably one of the greatest adventures of my life. Having flown from Cairo overnight on three different fights, I arrived in Harare tired but upbeat and excited. Having duly completed my immigration papers and handed over $30 dollars I was told ...

... 20 to go. After finishing lunch I pedalled on to where I found him still walking alone. Michael  had actually walked from Harare (250kms away) in 7 day with nothing more than his passport, ID card, shorts, T shirt and some converse that were held ...

... and to always focus on the positive. A very pensive journey home that day.            We spent another day around Harare visiting Caritas, an umbrella organisation for a number of charities based around the city. It was really interesting to see ...