The Breakfast Stop

My old Land Cruiser is tough as a piece of sole leather and willing to go almost anywhere. Over the years it has fitted into the bush, with dents and scratches and evidence of repairs all over the areas that take most of the hammering. It has become almost immune to punishment, but it knows to inflict some of its own. The suspension is about as soft as an unloaded freight train’s; over uneven surface it rattles and squeaks with an intensity that numbs the ears and makes any conversation, even with oneself, impossible; it drives like an oxcart...

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Stopping over at the Lion and Elephant

Parked in front of the Lion and Elephant Hotel, Zimbabwe It is part of bush tradition, no, it is bush religion to stop over at The Lion and Elephant on the banks of the Bubi if the route north leads through Zimbabwe. It is unassuming, inexpensive and just worn enough at the seams so that it feels comfortable, like an old shirt. It has become a sort of a tradition for me to overnight there if the route north leads through Zimbabwe. Here is an extract from my book, The Wanderers: “It was around two in the afternoon. The...

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