Preparing for Africa

Going to Africa is one of the most incredible experiences anyone can ever have.  The diversity of culture, wildlife and the varied landscapes from open savannah plains to ocean waves crashing against rocky cliff walls, Africa has it all covered.  But travelling in Africa requires a little extra consideration and planning to most vacations or travel spots.  Here are my tips for before you head into the wilds of Africa.

1. Vaccinations and Medical Supplies

As with travelling to any developing country, it is crucial to speak with your doctor a good 6-8 weeks before heading off ,so that you can get the necessary vaccinations and refills for any prescription medication you take.  If you are prone to specific sicknesses (e.g. I regularly get throat infections/illnesses) take a standard course of the antibiotics you would normally treat this with at home.  there is nothing worse than going away on holidays and getting sick (generally after your long haul flight).  The medications might not be the same as what you would take at home, you could be out in the middle of no where, or language might be a barrier in getting the treatment needed.  If you carry a course of antibiotics you will be able to start treating the illness immediately and get on with enjoying your travels sooner.  The key though is to always speak to your doctor first and follow their advice for travelling to Africa.

Other medical supplies I don’t go travelling with out:

- Paw Paw Ointment (natural ointment good for burns, cuts, bites, rashes, chapped skin)

- Iodine Ointment (good for reactions to bites, infected cuts, scratches, splinters)

- Bandaids (good for covering blisters and small cuts)

- Sunscreen, Insect Repellent and Hand Sanitiser Gel

2. Travel Insurance

Read the fine print of your travel insurance!  Some policies won’t cover you if you become sick or contract Malaria, if you are taking the weekly dosage Malaria medications.  There can also be certain activities, such as motorbike riding or adventure activities, that may not be covered under basic policies.  If you are unsure of your travel plans in Africa before leaving, it may be safer to pay the little bit extra for a comprehensive policy, to ensure you are not having to pass up on great experiences once there, simply because your travel insurance won’t cover it.

Also, read the details relating to broken or stolen items (this particularly applies to camera equipment).  Some insurance policies will only pay out for stolen items if you have a police report to support your claim.

The main thing with travel insurance is to just spend the time reading all the details, to ensure you know what you are covered for and won’t be in for a nasty surprise later if something unfortunately goes wrong.

3. Advice on where to go and what to do

There are many places you can go to for information on where and what to do while in Africa.  Don’t start at the travel agent straight away.  Spend some time trawling the wealth of information, reviews and advice on the internet.  Travel blogs, Lonely Planet website, or advice and review websites such as Trip Advisor are a great place to start.  Then combine this with information from different travel agents, to ensure you find the right style of trip for you.  Travel Agents are great help with visas.  Getting a visa on short notice in some countries can be very hard to do.  I’ve made the mistake before and subsequently missed a whole section of my trip, as I wasn’t allowed to board my flight to Nigeria because I didn’t have a visa.

4. Be aware of local customs and culture

In Morocco, woman should dress covering their shoulders and down past their knees.  In parts of Malawi, woman wear skirts and men must wear trousers that at least cover the knee.  Often, it is easier to pick up the right type of clothing from a local market at a far cheaper cost than what you would pay at home.  When packing clothes, plan on taking basics for the season you will be travelling in, specific items that help you dress respectfully and culturally appropriate can be bought in country.  This way you carrying less in your bags and supporting local businesses with your purchases.

5. Have an open mind

A lot of places in Africa are poor.  It is a developing nation after all.  Keep an open mind to the places you see, people you meet and try not to put expectations of how things should be compared to what they are like at home.  This will very quickly ruin your experience.  Most places run on African time and I’m not talking G.M.T, I mean if someone says a time to you, don’t be upset if they turn up four hours later.  It happens in business and in every facet of African life.  There is no rush.

If you plan on visiting/volunteering at an orphanage in Africa, keep in mind that the conditions you witness, while may not meet your ideas of what an orphanage should look like or be, far exceed the conditions the children would otherwise live in.  Many orphans would have previously lived on the street, or in a tiny mud brick hut, that leaked every time it rained and shared a small blanket on the floor with several other siblings.  At the orphanage, they receive shelter, three meals a day, clothing, basic medical care and an education.  All things they might otherwise go without.

My Favourites

I have been looking through old travel photos a lot today as I’ve worked on a travel article about Malawi.  I couldn’t help myself.  It started with “research” of my photos of Malawi and then I slid into the South African photos and then I couldn’t stop.  I found myself going through my entire digital photo catalogue which, while it’s not all of my photos taken during this time, it is all the photos I’ve managed to retrieve and put on to this computer from 2007 until the present moment.

So todays post is another photo display.  Rather than all the usual pretty landscapes or standard postcard shots I seem to include with my posts, I’m delving into my favourite photos from the past five years of my adventures.  The candid moments, the people, the memories that I continually revisit from the absurd to the downright unbelievable to me just being a weirdo.  The moments captured that bring a smile and a laugh to my lips every time I see them.

My favourite photos…

Moroccan Spice

A few years ago I went on my first overseas holiday by my self.  It was scary, overwhelming, exciting and all those other things it should be for a first time solo international traveller.  I booked an Intrepid 15 day tour that took me through the major parts of the country so that I could see and learn as much as possible.  I planned for everything I could think of.  Although having never travelled by myself, there was an awful lot I neglected to consider in amongst my pedantic packing and itinerary planning.  At the end of the trip though, I was glad I didn’t have the foresight or knowledge to have every aspect covered.  After all, that’s where the fun and adventure in travel lies.

I’d spent the better part of 24 hours on planes to arrive in Casablanca, Morocco.  At the airport a stern looking officer with an AK47 (or some equally crazy looking gun) asked to see my passport after coming through passport control.

“This is not you” he said.

“Pardon?”

“This photo,” he pointed to my face on the page, “is not you.  Not your passport.  Sorry you not allowed to stay.”

“But, I just came through customs.  The man, back there, he stamped it… What do you mean that’s not me?  That’s me in that photo!” I said, pointing madly between the man behind me in his little official booth and the photo in my passport.

“Ah, I just joking.”  He said, before doubling forward as laughter belched up from deep within his gut.

“What?”

It was all I could manage to get out.  My brain was fried from lack of sleep and this laughing man in front of me with a gun swinging from his shoulder.

“Es salaam alaykum.  Welcome to Casablanca.”  He closed my passport and handed it back, still chuckling.  ”I hope you enjoy your holiday.”

“Wa alaykum salaam,” I replied, gripping my passport firmly in between both hands.

This was apparently a common joke to play on young female tourists.  The hotel manager played a similar joke on me.  Except after checking in with a few of the other members of my tour group and all handing over our passports to be copied, mine was not returned.  It had been sold.  But I was not to worry, they had gotten a good price for it.

Oh, great at least they got a good deal.  Nothing to fret about then.

And there wasn’t.  The little hotel manager, burst out laughing and whipped my passport from under the counter.  ”I joking.  I joking.  Here is passport.  Welcome to Morocco, Miss Emma.”

In my jet lagged, exhausted state I was beginning to wonder if I’d bitten off a little more than I could handle for my first trip.  Maybe I should’ve gone somewhere normal and sat on a beach for a week and drunk cocktails.  Jet-lagged delirium was warping my brain.  It was just another country half way around the world.  Sure they spoke a different language, drove like crazy and dressed a little differently, but that was the point of this trip.  Adventure, live a little, push yourself outside your comfort zone.  And once the jet lag wore off five days later, I did just that.

Camel burger

I ate camel burgers at a stall in the souk in Fes and bartered with a carpet seller for a Moroccan woven carpet.  I learnt French and Moroccan Arabic from an embroiderer at the Franciscan Nunnery on our way to the desert and taught her English translations.  I learnt traditional Berber dance moves and danced with the Berber women after dinner in Midelt.  Moburak (our camel trek in the desert guide) taught me Berber words and drumming at our nomad camp in the Western Sahara desert, before I curled up to sleep in my camel blanket in a sandstorm.  I hiked up a mountain to find a nomad family and drank mint tea with them and learnt about their life, moving from camp to camp, following the seasons.  I went to the local Hammam (local wash house) at Todra Gorge and had every inch of skin scrubbed off my body until I was red raw.  I had tagine and couscous cooking lessons in Ait Benhaddou and was painted in henna tattoos in Essaouira.  I got lost in the souk in Marrakech (largest marketplace in the world) and shopped my way back out again.

Nomad camp

I picked up basics of the language and became accustomed to the culture.  I got the jokes in the end.  I even played along, particularly when bartering.  Our games becoming so dramatic as the shop keeper and I threw polite insults, coy plot lines and witty banter back and forth until we reached a mutually acceptable price on an item.  And if we didn’t reach a price we at least laughed and shook hands, having enjoyed the social interaction the exchange provided each of us.

I survived my first experience out there in the big wide world all on my own.  I guess it’s the beauty of travelling, even when you set out by yourself, you never end up alone.  There are new friends made and phone calls to loved ones at home.  There is always a human connection somewhere.  A new adventure to have or to find each day and to share with your new friends you make along the way.  No matter how much you have planned out a trip, you can never account for every detail.

I was glad too.  Otherwise I would’ve missed out on so many wonderful adventures and memories, because I was to focused on the details I’d already planned for.

Henna Tattoos

Journeys

“To get through the hardest journey we need take only one step at a time, but we must keep stepping.”

~ Chinese Proverb

Last Day

“There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”

~ Sartre

Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam

Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam

~Sanskrit

“The entire earth is but one family”

Here’s a thought…

“Live all you can…it doesn’t so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life.  If you haven’t had that what have you had?”Sunrise Western Sahara, Morocco

~Henry James

(Novelist)

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