The Road to Maun – via Marseilles


Red wine and bread – better than cold water


Many years ago, I  traveled around Southern Africa for about a year. I went there mainly because my  friend Carol was living with a Greek Cypriot (named Theo, surprisingly enough) in Gaberone, the capital of Botswana. As all good Kiwis do, when I was about 25 I decided it was time to do my OE (Overseas Experience) which is a long-time tradition here. I don’t know when it started, but it’s been going for a long time. My parents went overseas after they were married. In those days, people tended to go to England and then travel around Europe and they were no exception. But being broke at the time, Dad worked his way across on a tramp steamer, and Mum (judging by the photos of her ) partied her way across on a cruise liner. Dad definitely got the short straw there. Continue reading The Road to Maun – via Marseilles