|Zimbabwe national flag|
With the last three weeks of traveling Zimbabwe still fresh in my
mind, with names like Innocent, Privilege, Blessing, Pain, Talkmore
and so on in my mind, with things seen, read and experienced, I can
say full of emotions, that I still don't know what's happening around
me. How did these people get by when a monthly salary couldn't buy a
loaf of bread ? How did they keep their optimism, their friendliness
and happiness ? Can you imagine Switzerland, or any European country,
experiencing an exponential inflation like they've had here in
Zimbabwe ? It might happen you say ? I don't think so, because we're
“first world” countries where any other big power will step in
and help us out of the worst. Whereas Zimbabwe didn't have anything
valuable for the big powers to step in for. HIV is still a big
problem in Zimbabwe, but people tend not to speak about it too much,
or at least not in public. You can even get circumcised against HIV.
If you think about it, it's not worse than South African President
Jacob Zuma saying on national news that he took a shower after having
sex with young girls to prevent himself from getting AIDS. Where is
this going you say ? Why is this post called “Harare” you ask me?
I don't know, I just wanted to summarize briefly before going away
out of the country.
But everything you see from Europe about Zimbabwe is not true. The
people here are very welcoming and very friendly, even if anything
but nothing is free. Every service rendered costs a price. But then,
why not? It's the same for everybody.
I'm drinking my beer in a room in an improved container outside a
lodge in Harare, instead of being in a backpackers like and having a
couple of beers with other backpackers. But who can blame me ? It's
not like there were tons of backpackers in Zimbabwe, in fact, there's
only a couple of them in the whole country. Of what I've seen,
there's 2 in Vic Falls, 1 in Bulawayo, one in Masvingo and 1 in
Harare. I haven't been to Gweru, but in any case, you can count maybe
ten backpackers for the whole country.
As I've mentioned in previous posts, it's not a country where it's
easy to travel on your own without a car. But let's start where I
left off last time.
In Mutare I said goodbye to Marco and Claudia the evening before
leaving, because they would only leave for Beira around 9 or 10. My
plans were to be off in a bus driving towards Harare at 7.30 latest.
So I woke up at 6.20, got ready, and wanted to leave, but no one was
around to call me a taxi like promised. I waited a while, and then
decided to start on foot and catch a taxi anywhere. Just then my
promised help came out and called me a taxi that was here not 2
minutes later. The taxi drove me to the bus rank where I caught a
coach with 5 people in a row instead of 4. It was a bit squeezy, but
still ok. We got to Mbare in Harare about 4 to 5 hours later.
|One of the famous Baker's Inn|
In Mbare I got a taxi to go to Westgate, which was quite
difficult. A fellow helped me carry my bag and looking for one. We
finally got one that brought people over to Mbare. I asked him to
drive me to Westgate, and he said it would cost me USD 10. This I was
ready to accept as Claudia & Marco had told me not to pay more
than 15 I think (if I remember well). But the problem was, he didn't
know where it is. But this I discovered only once we already were way
on our way and through the city. So I took out my Lonely Planet and
looked at the city map and found out we were at least in the right
direction. I directed him further, but he still asked people (never
trust a tourist with a map). We finally got there.
|My sister's milk|
The following day I went out at 9 and took a minibus to town to go
the Embassy of Malawi. I asked the operator, and at some point told
me to go west on a road. From where we were, that was not the right
direction. Luckily I took the Lonely Planet. At least its maps are
still useful, even if half of the companies have moved since they
printed it. So I walked a while to another main road, and took
another combi towards the embassy. At the embassy I was served
quickly, and was told I needed photos, which I actually knew (Claudia
& Marco had told me) but had forgotten to take with. At least
Avondale Shopping Center wasn't too far, and I was back with photos
in less than an hour. Unfortunately the person responsible for
accepting payments wasn't here, so I should come back later in the
afternoon. I wasn't keen to come back again the same day, and was
given instructions to come back around 8 the following morning to
make the payment and receive the visa.
After that I went back to town and went looking for the best way
to go to Malawi from Harare. I found out following:
- A border crossing to Mozambique would cost me USD 110 (more
expensive than ever);
- A flight with Air Malawi is not possible anymore, as they do
not currently operate;
- A flight with South African Airways would take me to Jo'burg
overnight and cost me USD 485;
- A Zambian visa would cost me around USD 50.
So I chose the last option and later booked an intercape ticket
from Harare to Lusaka for the 19th at 10 at night.
|Visa for Malawi|
Then I went out to find a way to send back my souvenirs, and
learned that DHL only had an express service and that it was
obviously to expensive. Another operator was the same. So I just
bought a box and will send the package in a day or two when I got
everything together over the normal post office.
Like every time I arrive in a new city full of people, I dread the
moment I have to step out of the relative safety of the bus or coach
into the streets full of thugs, robbers and murderers (haha). You
have to be aware that where the bus and coaches stop, are mostly
mugging zones. People get their bags snatched away. But if you're
careful to keep everything under your control, you should be fine.
Don't take a picture in these moments that can be confusing if
there's a lot of people, which is mostly what happens. Between the
ones getting of the bus, the ones getting on, the ones selling stuff
and the people that are around for any given reason. I'd have loved
to take a picture of Mbare when I got of, and capture the essence of
the moment. But that's not possible anyway. Mbare is so different to
the rest of the city and its suburbs (at least those i've visited).
So to come back to the initial subject (don't ask me what it was,
I don't know), I will just add that it has been a great pleasure
traveling for three weeks in this awesome country. The roads could
improve a tad, the roadblocks could get less, the tourism industry
better, but hey, it's only starting off again. In ten years' time,
this place will be busy.
If you want some authentic African Experience, try Zimbabwe with
its awesome people. They're always up for a chat and a lot will want
some money from you in some way for some service. But they don't
hassle the tourists, they don't hate the tourists, they are just a
little perplexed at what we are doing here as Zimbabweans mostly
travel to visit relatives and friends. They usually don't visit
places and sights. Although they should, and I've met a few who did.
Be aware of muggers who are swift, I experienced this first hand this
day. I felt a tugging on my daypack and when I checked the bag, the
small pocket was open, and the stupidly placed phones were gone. I
guess I am lucky I haven't been mugged when I had wallet and passport
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