One of my dad's favourite films, and one that growing up we watched countless times, is the 1964 Stanley Baker/Michael Caine classic 'Zulu' that depicts the real life battle of Rourke's Drift. Being so close to where it all happened I couldn't pass up the opportunity to visit t…

After a couple of weeks of luxury with the folks I was back on my own, and looking ahead at the long journey back up the east coast. While I still wasn't entirely clear on how I would manage to get back without driving through a war zone, that was a problem for later. Right now I was heading f…

Battered, broken and limping along (both me and the bike), it was a tantalising 700km of decent roads to Cape Town and the end of stage one. If I could make it there then I would have achieved something, and I also had the prospect of a couple of weeks with my folks to relax, do some touristy thin…

After my visa and clutch problems in Congo, the time I had for Namibia had shrunk from two weeks to one week. With a huge country to cover and lots of cool stuff to see, it was time to get a move on.

Angola is a big place. Twice the size of France, it was the best part of 2000km of driving to get from one end to the other, but the only visa I could get was a five day transit visa. With rumours of decent tarmac roads this would be achievable, so long as nothing went wrong...