Thursday, 23 July 2009


I know that we are no longer on the road but old habits die hard so i
decided to post a little update. And also to apologise for the delay.
We've been home for over a month but still we haven't edited or
uploaded the final videos, we haven't had a party, in fact I'm not
even sure that we wrapped it up properly. So over the next couple of
weeks the last few videos will go up, and it will be tied up.
A few of you who have signed up to blogger will get reminders on your
email that our blog is being used but the majority won't. And we all
know how quickly word gets around, especially in Zim, so if you see
anyone who has dropped off could you just tell them that we're not
quite finished.


  1. Hi,
    I was very transfixed and fascinated with the story of your journey which read in the ‘Guardian’ (UK)
    I am British of Kenyan descent and I could relate to many aspects of your journey throughout Africa.
    I was particularly impressed by your decision to undertake a journey like this with your children. I was brought up in Africa and have travelled around the continent a bit and know that it was rather brave of you to carry out this undertaking no matter what the calculated risk. It is self evident that the fascination and the drive must be because you love Africa. And this resonates with me, especially when it is expressed by ‘ordinary’ guys like you.
    I was further roped in by reading your comment about your mother/ mother in law who was born in what was ‘Northern Rhodesia’. This statement implied to me that you listened to the opinions of an ‘oldie’ and perhaps experienced view of Africa which, although you respected, did not share.
    I watched some of your video clips and it is
    obvious that you love the African Landscape; mountains, road, Fauna and Flora. To the extent that you had your farewell party on a Harare Landmark, but and here lies a conundrum (and the reason for my comment); you didn’t seem to have any Black Zims bidding you good-bye! Is the case that you and your community (and here I exclude that children because they are innocent always) are living this horribly segregated lives? I cannot believe that all the Black Zims are supporters of Mugabe? Or is it the case that there are no latte drinking, Jazz enthusiast, erudite enough Black Zims to share travelling stories with? (Since you seem to be all Toyota land cruiser drivers of some means)- What’s with list of people in other African countries- did you not have any Black friends at all there as well?
    You say that your children benefited from seeing African people of other cultures, languages and presumably of lower educational and income fortunes- and learn to truly respect them. And by implication you are right, ultimately it’s this internal journey that will determine the fate of our communities’ cohesion and their future. Currently, the outlook is bad as there are far too many extremists that say there should be no place for white people in Africa (just like Mugabe) – all they do is flaunt their superiority and wealth – and shun and exploit indigenous people- ‘nice to look at in safari or even at home but hold your nose they work’
    And these extremists are in same ball park as those Nazis that we fight here in Europe that seek to deport Black Europeans.
    No matter how fascinating your journey was, and goodness only knows you had so many balls in the air throughout; from your vehicles to the paper work, to looking after the young ones - there was a huge elephant standing there, towering and silent- on your minds and in the minds of all others – he was there when you were all born and he especially loves Zimbabwe, you all but carried him all the way and back. Maybe you’ll mention him in a last blog?

  2. I have just found some old photos taken of/by my mother,Lydia, whose family lived at Kitale for a number of years during the late '20s- early '30s. At one time, her parents (my grandparents) ran The Kitale Club for it's owner/builder whose name was Mr.Kirkwood. An Uncle lived at one time at Hoey's Bridge and at Nanyuki. He and his brother ran a haulage business from Mombasa to the highlands when they first went to Kenya. I have very little informatio on this part of my mother's life, as most papers were destroyed during The Blitz in London. I just wondered if you had come across anyone in that area who was there between 1925 and 1935?