We both prefer to travel by road from one country to the next – overland travel, and very often by public transport. This love of overlanding has led to us spending an abnormal amount of time on buses, bush taxis, motorbikes, rickshaws, donkey carts, night trains, cargo ships…you name it. Some of our funniest, most interesting, most tiring (and also frustrating) travel-days we’re either on public transport or trying to find our next ride, and you can read all about it, here.
Dangerous driving on bad roads is a given in Bangladesh. But you don’t have to get around only by bus: train travel is a great way to go. Especially if you follow my advice below.
Travelling in Bangladesh will inevitably involve a river-journey or two. An iconic trip: cruising on the Rocket, an early 20th century paddlewheel steamer.
I was ready to leave Tofo. I’d had my fill of lazy days at the beach, and started to get restless. And so that’s why I went from travelling by overcrowded chapa in Mozambique to safariing in a Kia Picanto in South Africa.
We faced a couple of hiccups on our way into Mozambique overland: heavy rainstorms that washed out roads, plus armed conflict just over the border. But we made it, finally, and after some rough travel, life slowed down to a relaxing pace.
Oyv and I met up in Dar es Salaam, ready for some sun and snorkelling on Mafia Island. Really, we were on our way to Mozambique, but unforeseen issues at the border caused us to double-back and detour – right around one of Africa’s Great Lakes and into Malawi.
Travelling down the coast of East Africa, forts, medieval mosques and palaces, and faded colonial ruins start to feel familiar, very fast. From Somalia to Mozambique: Arab traders, Indian merchants, Portuguese conquerors, and other European powers (plus more than a few missionaries and explorers) – this place has seen them all.
We travelled by road in Pakistan from Gilgit to Islamabad on the night bus in the mountains. Then we carried on to Peshawar – for a total change of scenery.
Oyv and I recently travelled together in West Africa from Liberia to Cote d’Ivoire. Duty calls (it calls Oyv…me not so much) and he headed home on a flight from Abidjan late one night. I saw him off in a
We travelled to Ivory Coast’s capital Abidjan on a bus with a surprising number of goats. After checking out the city, we moved to a beautiful place in Grand Bassam.
Robertsport is a beautiful little fishing village with fantastic beaches, and not too far from Monrovia. Just catch a share-taxi like we did, and go.
Dangerous driving on bad roads is a given in Bangladesh. But you don’t have to get around only by bus: train travel is a great way to go. Especially if you follow my advice below.
Travelling in Bangladesh will inevitably involve a river-journey or two. An iconic trip: cruising on the Rocket, an early 20th century paddlewheel steamer.
I was ready to leave Tofo. I’d had my fill of lazy days at the beach, and started to get restless. And so that’s why I went from travelling by overcrowded chapa in Mozambique to safariing in a Kia Picanto in South Africa.
We faced a couple of hiccups on our way into Mozambique overland: heavy rainstorms that washed out roads, plus armed conflict just over the border. But we made it, finally, and after some rough travel, life slowed down to a relaxing pace.
Oyv and I met up in Dar es Salaam, ready for some sun and snorkelling on Mafia Island. Really, we were on our way to Mozambique, but unforeseen issues at the border caused us to double-back and detour – right around one of Africa’s Great Lakes and into Malawi.
Travelling down the coast of East Africa, forts, medieval mosques and palaces, and faded colonial ruins start to feel familiar, very fast. From Somalia to Mozambique: Arab traders, Indian merchants, Portuguese conquerors, and other European powers (plus more than a few missionaries and explorers) – this place has seen them all.
We travelled by road in Pakistan from Gilgit to Islamabad on the night bus in the mountains. Then we carried on to Peshawar – for a total change of scenery.
Oyv and I recently travelled together in West Africa from Liberia to Cote d’Ivoire. Duty calls (it calls Oyv…me not so much) and he headed
We travelled to Ivory Coast’s capital Abidjan on a bus with a surprising number of goats. After checking out the city, we moved to a beautiful place in Grand Bassam.
Robertsport is a beautiful little fishing village with fantastic beaches, and not too far from Monrovia. Just catch a share-taxi like we did, and go.