March 1. Burj Al-Arab.
The burj al Arab or burj Khalifa is visible from the sky. They have erected a boys dream in the desert. Wow. On a good day, it reaches beyond the smog.

We touch down in the desert state and hop on the newly constructed metro that takes us to all the ugly concrete highrises. ...
February 28. Goodbye Africa.
Our flight to Dubai is late at night, so we use the day to do some writing in the same seventh street we remember from our last visit to Joburg. We have a delicious lunch in a French place and I write a few dull paragraphs.
And then we say goodbye to Etienne and Abi, ...
February 26-27. Soweto.
Soweto was just a word associated with danger and death. I've heard many warnings not to enter there and I expect the corresponding danger. Soweto! But it's not dangerous at-all. We take a bus to Nelson Mandela's place, a boring concrete museum, and ask for some NGO operating in the area. They send us to ...
February 25. Swampridden.
It is raining and we are - again - confined to sitting inside. We find our way to the café where we used to work in another era - three exciting weeks ago. It still offers great coffee and great smiles. I am writing here, but absent-mindedly. Have I ever written anything, "ever", and "any" ...
February 24. Guy the beekeeper.
Dobermann puppies cuddle on the couches as we enjoy a "farm" breakfast in the guesthouse. It will keep us going for a while and we walk back to the main road. The 15-minutes rule does apply today: Guy the beekeeper picks us up and takes us to Johannesburg via Pretoria. We go shopping for equipment ...
February 23. Guesthouse Goedehoop.
We leave Gaborone today, after a lazy morning and a warm goodbye to Sheldon and Gudrun. Up on the main road with thumbs in the air and some smiling policemen take care of us. Our remaining Pulas bring us neatly to the border. Stamping and re-entering the RSA is a whistle of a cent, but ...
February 19. A nice couple.
From a Gaborone gas station we find transport into town and to the house of our hosts, Mr. Weeks and his wife. From the minibus taxi, we get a glimpse of Gaborone, not yet knowing that there isn't much more than a glimpse to that city, before we knock on the door of our host. ...
February 18. Hitching it off.
Charles is driving a big truck all the way down to Gaborone. The Chinese-built road cuts sharply through the endless arid plains of Botswana. He spots some elephants trotting along the road with an intense crimson sunset in the background. He arrives in Gaborone ahead of schedule, as early as 3:50 in the morning. He ...
February 17. Victoria Falls.
Robert finally goes away, but not after we have refuelled and refilled his pockets. He turns out to be just another rich guy, bragging about his cattle and the bmw he owns in Durban, but not feeling financially responsible for the fuel guzzler he drives and has us filled up. I crunch my teeth and ...
February 16. But the Charity budget…
Robert seems nice, and we get along well until the second flat tyre. We meet him strodding in the morning sun on our way to the main road, and he offers us a lift. Later the lift turns into a fuel-guzzling 8 hour-drive to Victoria falls, and we have to pay for the fuel. And ...
February 13. Lush, placid.
We just write. There's a lot of things to write aboout believe me. It's kind of amazing being here in Harare. We see another movie. Amazing to be here in Harare. Already said that. Our hosts have decided to spend the Valentine weekend outdoors and leave us guarding - and enjoying - their place. It's ...
February 12. Big Brother.
Friday. What's going on? Guess who's back. Bruno has a list of ngo's that work together with Volens, and we go through it. Some organisations are located in other cities like Bulawayo, but the bulk of activities takes place here. Oasis and Streets Ahead are the most suitable for our intentions.
There's now time to ...
February 11. Good Ol’ me.
We are presented with a few NGO options, and pick two of them. We will visit two Harare-based organisations working with streetkids, teaching them life skills and preventing them from going down a spiral of addiction, depression or worse by organising Capoeira and Hiphop classes. We hope to link them later on with ngo's working ...
February 10. Zimbabwe.
We enter Zimbabwe safe and simply by hitchhiking. A couple takes us all the way for a minor gas contribution. We end up in a typical Zimbabwean household, the head of it introduces himself as an entrepreneur waiting to make his next move as he struggles with the symptoms of the dictatorial regime. He calls ...
February 9. Consumerism.
We spend a lazy day writing our memoirs in Beira and take in some of the refreshing sea breeze of the long Mocambiquean coast. Such days, spent in the spirit of happy absent-mindedness commonly known as relaxing, give me the strength to go on and on. The Africa part of Charity Travel is nearing its ...
February 8. Terra Nova.
We pay a visit to our cause here in Beira: Terra Nova, a start-up social company (in the sense of M. Yunnus) composting urban waste. Its goal is to recycle 90% of Beira's urban waste - even mondially a quite unique figure for a town of this size. Sadly, local ngo's are not interested in ...
February 7. To Beira.
The chapa (minibus) to Beira leaves at 4 in the morning, and arrives at around 2pm. The road is long and good, but the seats where we have to try to sit on, provisionally installed in the aile of the jampacked vehicle to transport even more passengers, are not comfortable. Yeon's back hurts and I ...
February 6. That pretty coast.
Vilanculos/Vilankulo. A picturesque coastal town some 600 kilometers north of Maputo. Stroll along the lush boulevard and lodge in one of the beautiful guesthouses as you prepare for your boatride to the miraculous archipelago of Bazaruto where pristine beaches are awaiting the intrepid traveler and diving courses and whales and... okay, we did go to ...