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The worst part of traveling is the actual travel...getting from one place to the next. However, when you use "African transportation" to get from A to B, a whole variety of unbelievable and unpredictable experiences makes the voyage anything but 'the worst part'. Okay...there might be a few rough and uncomfortable times but, overall, the journey unforgettable part of the trip.
My adventure from Zimbabwe to Malawi was just that...an adventure. So much so that this tale had to be divided into two parts. I hope that you enjoy the madness of Part 1.

The second instalment of my
journey from Zimbabwe to Malawi picks up right where the previous one left
off...me and a pile of hookers and dodgy pimps. Welcome to Lilongwe!
The rest of the adventure to Nkhata Bay was just that...an adventure. One of
the beauties of African travel is that you never know what might happen
along the way from A to B.

The harder it is to reach a destination, the
more rewarding that destination ultimately becomes...
My journey to a tiny, remote Malawian village certainly provided many unique
and challenging hurdles to overcome, slaughter and, in some cases, wash
off...
Despite the copious amounts of "space chicken", the adventure was an experience that will never be forgotten.
If you thought that my journey to Malawi was an adventure, then the voyage back to South Africa will truly blow your mind. The hurdles and challenges that I faced during this torturous, unfathomable and tragic journey were, without question, the most difficult that I had come across on my travels. However, the struggles and predicaments also provided me with a taste of the power of positive thinking and how this simple mindset can help overcome even the most improbable circumstances.
I thought the bus accident was bad...getting stranded with dead bodies and having all of my worldly possessions drive off into the night was even worse...Could my journey from Malawi to South Africa become any more disastrous?
I hoped not...
The past few chapters have been a tad hectic...interesting, but hectic. This one, however, touches on a lighter side of my travels.
I've always been an athletic guy and have relished every opportunity on my travels to try a new sport or to push the adrenaline button. Having said that, I never learned to surf. Despite living on the Ocean and having many friends who were surfers, I spent next to no time on a board. The reason why I avoided the teaming-with-life Indian Ocean and the joys of surfing might not be what you expect.

A common theme seemed to pop up anytime I
contacted anybody from home. Friends and family were both curious when I was
coming back to Canada...when I was going to come back to reality.
This was a question that I didn't have an answer for. I wasn't even sure if
I understood what 'reality' was supposed to be. I knew that the past two
years of traveling had taught me a lot about life and, more importantly,
myself.
Life of a beach, watching the sun rise over the Indian Ocean each and every
day is a pretty sweet 'reality' by my definition...

Between my incredible job running a pub, living on a beach and having Southern Africa as my playground, one could say that life was pretty good. Even the 'stressful' moments, such as being in a bus accident, ultimately proved to be incredible experiences and fascinating stories.
It couldn't stay this sweet forever...
And it didn't.
A simple email from home would dramatically change my perspective, attitude and future travel plans...
A simple email would unlock the cage that I had so wonderfully stored my anger and frustrations within...
They say that "all good things must come to an end." However, 'they' can often be clueless idiots. I had zero intention of letting the magical and educational experiences of the past two years come to an end. Despite being forced to return home to deal with a family dilemma, I knew that my time in Canada was going to be short....I would be back travelling soon enough. Nonetheless, my return was met with a lot of uncertainties...the main one being whether or not I would be leaving the airport in handcuffs...