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8 thoughts on travelling

I’m writing this in Northumberland, in my Mum and Dad’s house, the house I grew up in. The traffic coming Continue reading →

Tanzania roundup

Best moment: is the whole week we spent on Zanzibar’s beaches allowed? Heaven. On. Earth. Worst moment: bus journey to Continue reading →

End of the road

I was excited to head to the beach. We’ve been on the road for 9 and a bit months and Continue reading →

Stonetown

From the mountains we head east to the coast. The bus curves on the winding roads and I feel waves Continue reading →

One year married in Mambo

From Lushoto we catch a noon bus up the mountain, squeezing into the back with our rucksacks. The bus winds Continue reading →

Lush-oto

From Moshi we take a bus east: we’re heading for the Usambara mountains on a tarmac highway that stretches across Continue reading →

Sloshy in Moshi

We caught the bus to Moshi, just two hours journey from Arusha, through a flat landscape – one of huge Continue reading →

A rest in Arusha

It’s another early start with a 4.30 alarm and a taxi through the dark streets to the bus station, ten Continue reading →

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