sense of relief that I had a travelling companion . A work mate from the uranium mine decided to join me . Even though we hardly knew each
other , I thought our common desire to travel Africa would make us suitable travelling companions . Not so . For five tension-filled months we travelled from Jabiru , down the West Australian coast to Perth . Boarded a cargo ship in Fremantle for the tenday crossing to Durban in South Africa , then rode north to Kenya .
We parted ways in Nairobi . He went by cargo ship to Europe from Mombasa and I ventured into Africa alone . And this is when my odyssey really began . A word here about travelling companions . Back in 1993 , there were quite a few people travelling Africa by motorcycle . In fact , at one campsite on the shores of Lake Malawi , there were ten – four Australian , one New Zealander , two Swiss , one German and two Japanese ( the only women being one of the Japanese and myself ). Cape MacClear in Malawi is one of those key meeting points for travellers of all descriptions . Another was Victoria Falls , in Zimbabwe and also Mama Roche ’ s backyard camp-
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