1. Down The Rio San Juan

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    6 January 2016 by Justine

    On both sides of the river, the jungle is dark, dense and humid. Howling monkeys are dramatically debating in the background while splashes of big reptiles remind us that we are in crocodile territory. There are wrecks from steam boat from the 19th century on islands on the way.

  2. Marulla Kingdom

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    7 September 2015 by Justine

    While we were resting under a mango tree, thirty kids that just finished school came to sit across a creek in front of us and for two straight hours, they stayed there, under the burning sun, with no hat on, staring at us, asking us money, asking us sweets, asking us random stuff while eating mangos, and signing songs.

  3. In The Land Of Fire

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    7 September 2015 by Justine

    He whistled, listened and said: “I just called the ferry. It’s coming, I can hear the motor”. And then arrived the so-called ferry – a small wooden boat controlled by a man holding a stick. The ferry captain professionally asked us if we had our passport and visa. We showed him the little piece of paper and he nodded like if that kind of transit visa was common.

  4. The Lost Pantry

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    7 September 2015 by Justine

    As we were laying under a eucalyptus tree, two happy cyclists arrived. I jumped on my feet and timidly welcomed our new friends with big signs so that they would have to stop: “JUST ON TIME FOR TTTEEEEEAAAAA!!!!!!!!”

  5. From Tete To Toe

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    7 September 2015 by Justine

    Across the road, came five guys, almost naked, wearing masks, all body painted with ashes, holding spears. My heart stopped. But then, we saw some mamas awkwardly laughing. Ok, it’s a cultural thing. “Those guys won’t kill us?!” “No, but they will ask you some money to buy candy!”

  6. The Lake, The People And The Gin

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    7 September 2015 by Justine

    Like warriors, with head lamps, in the dark of the night, chased by zebras, roans and dozens of scary eye reflections, we scared the shit out the night guard. He pointed us the direction to take to go to the main camp: “You go down that road, and then straight up, up, up behind the trees, and you should see the lights of the building”…

  7. Zambian Transit

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    7 September 2015 by Justine

    We then crossed one of those funny African border with a policeman dressed in civilian, asking us how many days we wanted in Zambia, and if we were brother and sister “since we were born the same year”.

  8. Gone With The Heat

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    7 September 2015 by Justine

    In a boat in the shape of a giant squash, eighty people squeezed in, along with just as many tones of goods and building materials. At five o’clock sharp, it’s still dark and the beach guard tells us that we can sleep another hour. At 5:45, he screams at us to hurry up. Without even unloaded our paniers, he effortlessly grabs our 50kg bicycles.

  9. Burundi Wheels

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    7 September 2015 by Justine

    Bicycles are everywhere in Eastern Africa, but in here, few kilometers away from a capital, even with this truly challenging relief, they are kings. As we go down on our 40kg full-steel touring bicycle with the fingers on the breaks, the local people, twice as loaded, overpass us – because they don’t have breaks (…).

  10. Under The Mango Tree

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    7 September 2015 by Justine

    In Rwanda, cyclists are everywhere. Riding those endless rolling hills on fixed gear is already an exploit; those guys are putting huge charges on their crooked bikes and still want to race us. Cabbage, pineapple, charcoal, passengers, pieces of furniture, chickens, pigs, goats, water, gasoline… They take any charge, “pas de problème”, and as soon as they see us on the road, they stick either on our back or front wheel, or besides us.

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