July 4 - July 30 2010
Route traveled
Tanzania
Stone Town Zanzibar - Iringa - Mbeya
Malawi
Nkhata Bay - Lilongwe
Zambia
Chipata - Livingstone
Zimbabwe
Victoria Falls - Bulawayo
Botswana
Gaborone
South Africa
Johannesburg
Swaziland
Ezulwini - Nsoko
South Africa
Hluhluwe - St. Lucia - Durban
"Your sick of hanging around and you'd like to travel, get tired of travelin and you wanna settle down, I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin, get out of the door and light out and look all around, sometimes the lights all shinin on me, other times i can barely see, lately it occurs to me, what a long strange trip its been."
-Grateful Dead
Coasting along on the ferry that is taking me from Zanzibar back to mainland Tanzania, It's an overnight ferry and instead of taking under two hours it takes around 8 hours, but there are movies to watch some in other languages and even the new Rambo movie comes on, nothing like pure violence for an overnight boat journey. I nod in and out of sleep and dreams as the boat sways up down and sideways rocking the weary travelers around me into a zombie like state of peace. When we arrive at the port of Dar Es Salaam I am foggy from the ride and am trying to make it to the bus station to find a bus heading towards Malawi. Once arriving at the central bus station in the city, i am bombarded by bus station sluts trying to get my business and make a little commission. My first offers for the bus to Iringa are outrageous and i tell them they are trying to rip me off, but they tell me that its the only bus until late in the afternoon, but i doubt that and keep looking and to my non surprise i find a much cheaper bus leaving in an hour. This bus i find to be the nicest on my whole trip so far, its clean, quiet, and there is even a good looking girl walking down the aisles of the bus giving out free pop and snacks, i couldnt believe it, i wanted the bus ride to last a couple of days. However i arrived in the small town of Iringa, because thats the furthest i could get that day, and i found a hotel that placed me in the room that was called Cape Town, and i thought this was quite fitting since thats where i was heading to.
Continued my journey thru the middle of Tanzania to a town called Mbeya, I could have kept going to the border when i arrived since it was fairly early in the afternoon, but a guy told me about his cheap hotel and it seemed like a nice enough town to spend the night in, so i decided to stay. I went and got a shave at the barber, and walked around the peaceful and mild temperature town, and watched a semifinal game of the world cup in the hotel. In the morning i caught another bus this time to the border of Malawi, i met a guy on the bus that was heading the same way as me and he helped me cross the border and show me a good place to change money. I waited for him at the border for awhile so we could continue traveling together but he was having delays in declaring some goods at customs, so i headed off on my own, and grabbed a taxi to the next town after the border. From here i got a mini bus to the city of Mzuzu. I got there just before the sun was going down, and hopped on another mini bus to Nkhata Bay on Lake Malawi. On the bus i met a guy from northern cally who was working for the summer in nkhata doing work with water and agricultural type things, and he was kind enough to walk me to the hotel i wanted to go which was about a 20 minute walk in the dark. Over a bridge and through some rocky roads i arrived at Mayoka village, a huge backpacker lodge overlooking the lake, that is set up on a hill. The bar was busy and i met the owner who gave me the only room they had left, which turned out to be my favorite room so far on the trip. It was a chalet, set upon a hill with the lake shore just below me, and a porch out front with an amazing view of the lake. After soaking in my surroundings, i went and ordered a pizza at the restaurant and watched one of the last world cup games.
The next day i picked up some bread and fruit in town, ducking and dodging the many curio salesmen, and headed back to my lakeside porch picked up a book and read and listened to music all day long and all night, and this is exactly what i did the day after that...i read two books in as many days. The lodge also had free row boats and canoes, so i decided to grab one of the boats and go for a paddle. I went for a nice ride for about two hours exploring the lake while passing locals in dug out canoes heading out for a fish or heading into their villages from town. The rowing got quite difficult because there were big waves and it was windy, and every time i got by some rocks i realized i wasnt even moving, so i had to row as hard as i could to finally get past the hard spots. Later on I tried some Malawi Gold from one of the rasta curio salesmen, and i ate some good food at another of the rastas little village restaurants. I did almost the same thing the next day, I took the boat for a row and this time 3 teachers from scotland joined me, and i also went off later on my own and explored more of the lake. Lounged on the raft out in the middle of the lake afterwards an met a couple of aussies. This night i was moved to the dorm because my chalet was booked, and i hung out at the bar talking with a dutch couple, who were so excited for the final against spain in the world cup, and Germany had beaten Uruguay for third place.
After complete relaxation at lake malawi, i headed off to the capital, I didnt really want to stay more than one day in the city, but my passport was completely full and if i wanted to go to another country i would have to add more pages to it. So i made it to Lilongwe after standing up on the full bus half of the journey, i found a taxi, and told him to take me to St. Peter's guesthouse, which was a quiet place, just what i needed after the party atmosphere of lake malawi's bumping beats in the bar till late in the night.I was put in a room with 3 beds and i had a roomate from Malawi who was doing work in the capital. Tonight was the final of the world cup, Spain vs Holland, and instead of going out to a bar i decided to watch it in the house of the workers of the guesthouse. Surely the most quiet of any places ive watched a game, but it was good, also two south koreans watched with us, the game was a mess with yellow cards being thrown around like crazy and no one scored until the very end when Iniesta from Spain punched one in to win the world cup. After a month long of watching games in Africa the cup had finally come to an end, i watched more soccer than i have in my whole life combined, not the most exciting sport by any means, but the atmosphere it created around me was more interesting than the games themselves.
So now my mission was to head to the USA embassy to get more pages put in my passport, i found the embassy on the map and decided that i could walk there. The walk took about an hour and half, and when i arrived there they told me they dont do passports on this day. I wasnt really surprised by this because that had also happened to me when i tried to do the same thing in Rwanda. I was told to come back the next day, so i wandered back towards the guesthouse and walked around the busy market, which seemed to be the only place in Lilongwe with much activity, the city didnt seem the same as many of the other capitals i had visisted in Africa, it was just to quiet, but that didnt bother me at all, it was just a little strange. That night while i was working out, I met one of the security guards of the guesthouse, and we talked for a few hours while i cooked some pasta and butter in the kitchen. He had gotten arrested for being caught in public drunk with a gun, and he was showing me all his papers of how he got an education while in jail, and told me of how he wanted to go to school to learn about agriculture, and how his wife left him with their child while he was in jail and she married another man.
When i took the walk back to the embassy the next day i arrived at 1130am. But when i got there, noone seemed to be working in the consulate office. So i waited in the nice waiting room with a plasma tv, where i very sadly learned that there was a bombing in Kampala, Uganda, during the final of the world cup and many people had been killed. I was just there only a few weeks before this, and it really was shocking and horrible to hear about. After a couple of hours waiting a worker finally showed up. He told me i would have to pay $82 to put more pages in my passport and he said the price had just gone up on this exact day. I asked them what the price was before and he said it was $0. He told me i was the very first person ever to pay for this service at this embassy, and quite possibly the first american in the world i thought. What luck i had. He also told me that my passport wouldnt be ready till the next day and maybe not even till the day after that. He also told me that if i had given it to him before 12pm he could have guaranteed it to me by 4 the next day. I had to hold back and not point out that i did arrive at 1130am but you didnt seem to be working at that time. I headed to the atm a little angered and brought my Malawian kwacha equivalent of $82 and gave it to the consulate man. Oh yeh i forget that he also asked me when i first talked to him, if I had received the email about the price going up on this day, and i said why would i be sent this email and he said oh your not registered to be staying in this city? I could only laugh at this guy. After handing over my passport i walked back towards town, cooked up some more pasta that night, and my malawian roomate had left so i had the room to myself, read the rest of the night.
When i got to the embassy to pick up my passport, there was another guy there who said i deserved a free beer for being the first person ever to pay for this service and that they should take my picture, and i thought finally someone that understands. Happily i received my passport on that day, and was once again free to roam. Had another quiet and peaceful night in St peters guesthouse.
Time to head into Zambia, i caught a mini bus from Lilongwe to the border of Zambia. From there i caught a shared taxi to a close by town called Chipata. I found probably the cheapest hotel in town, and wandered around the town for a bit before the sun went down, and reloaded at the atm. Later while watching tv that night in the hotel i talked for a couple hours with a guy from jburg south africa who was doing business in zambia. In the morning i had to wake up at 415am to catch a bus to Lusaka, the capital of Zambia, i was absolutely surrounded and hounded when i got to the bus station, trying to get my business, there were about 5 buses to choose from and the guys just kept yapping in my ear trying to get me to go on their bus, i couldnt help but to laugh at them, it was so annoying especially at 5am, and they kept telling me that the other buses were not reliable and they would breakdown, but i ended up choosing the cheapest bus and i got to Lusaka just fine and dandy. I arrived there so early in the day that instead of searching for a hotel in another big city i decided to skip thru Lusaka and catch a bus to Livingstone to see Victoria Falls. I got to Vic Falls around 10pm, and a guy from the bus was nice enough to help me find a taxi to one of the backpacker places, but they were full, so i went to another one and they were also full and third times a charm i found one called Fawlty Towers that had a bed in the dorm for me. All three of these backpackers were extremely nice with swimming pools and all the amenities a backpacker would need, and i realized im getting into southern africa now and things are really starting to improve, accommodation wise. As i was walking around the hostel, i found some people playing a dice drinking game and they invited me to join them. I didnt quite understand the game or did i drink barely anything, but the funniest thing about it was that there was a dutch guy there that was so broken up about them losing in the world cup, and everytime someone messed up in the game or said something he didnt like he would pull out a yellow card from his back pocket and give it to them, and then he would pull out a red card.
The following day was a saturday and it was time to see Victoria Falls. I walked to the bus station at the zimbabwe market and caught a mini bus to the falls about 10km away. There was a guy on the bus who latched on to me immediately, he was the kind of guy who hangs around tourist places trying to make friends with the tourists and giving out information in order to make some kind of money. I told him right away that i was gonna give him any money so dont ask when we part ways, but of course he pretended not to hear this and stuck with me. I didnt mind tho cuz he was full of interesting jibber jabber. I walked across the bridge making the border between Zimbabwe and Zambia, and saw the massive waterfalls. After that i watched some people bungy jumping off of the bridge which looked like so much fun, i think it was one of the highest in the world. I then bought a ticket to go inside the park to see the falls up close. They were beautiful but you couldnt really get a great view due to all the mist spraying around. I got completely soaked by the mist. I also walked around behind the falls where the Zambezi river spills over to create one of the wonders of the world. Then started a string of me meeting people that would take me thru the rest of the day. While looking at the falls i met to indian guys who i had take a picture for me. About an hour after that i was about to leave the park but i ran into the indian guys again, and they said we should go check out the boiling pot, i had no idea what this was so i decided to walk there with them. It turned out to be the bottom of the falls where all the water comes together to form a massive churning of water that of course looks like a boiling pot. At the bottom i met a mexican guy living in Cally named Fernando,he told me how he was in the movie business and he had a company that did site locations for movie shoots and he also provides security. He had come to south africa to watch the world cup. We talked for awhile and headed up from the boiling pot. He had a rental car so he offered to give me a ride back into town. We were both hungry so we decided to get some food, he wanted to go to a nice restaurant but i didnt want to spend so much, and he offered to buy me lunch. We had a really good meal, one of the fanciest on my trip, but the best part of the lunch was our waitress. Throughout the lunch, i knew that i wanted to somehow hang out with her later that night, and at the end of the lunch i asked her what she was doing that night. It turned out to be her 22nd birthday and that she wanted to go out and have a good time. We set up a time and place to meet in a few hours from then. Fernando dropped me off at my hostel and i went to my dorm. When i walked in i found 6 girls in my room, which was empty the night before, i thought this is great, but then i looked to my bed to see that my bag was gone. I thought maybe this was the wrong room, and the girls thought i was crazy, and i asked them where my bags were but they didnt know. But i did have one of my bags locked up in the safe and it was still there, i said this must be my room cuz there is my lock on that safe, one of the girls had the nerve to say if its your lock then show me that you can open it. of course i did this,and everyone including me was confused. So i went down to the office and found my big bag behind the counter of the bar, and the guy told me that the night before i was supposed to be told that i could only stay in the room for one night, but the security guard failed to tell me this, and since i was gone all day at the falls i was kicked out of the room. Not a big deal, just a lack of communication, they were nice enough to call around town to see if there was any other rooms, but this town was just full of huge groups of kids coming to see the falls. There was a nice couch outside of the dorm room and i asked them since they had messed up, if i could spend the night on the couch, they agreed and charged me only half price.
I kept my bags behind the bar for the night and headed to the grocery store. I picked up a bottle of cane spirit, and started drinking back at the hostel. At this point i realized that i hadnt drank more than a sip of beer in the last 51 days since the night i was drinking in Uganda. A long stretch of soberism indeed. After a few cane and fantas and talking to a few girls from the us who were studying abroad in botswana, i headed off to meet Flavia, the girl from the restaurant. As i was walking past a bar, i heard a loud yell and there was an african guy stumbling out of the bar drunk as can be. His name was George and he really wanted to hang out with me. He however was a drunken mess and it was only 8pm. He was a college student, and was nice enough to share with me his plastic bags containing brandy while we walked in the street. We headed off the the Fairmount to meet Flavia, but she hadnt arrived yet, so George and i by his recommendation headed off to another place to have a drink for a bit. One of the funniest things than came out of Georges slurring worded mouth, he said" now Joshua, try not to embarrass me when we go to this place, because i know the owner," he said this as he was stumbling down the street barely able to walk, and this almost had me in tears. When we got to the restaurant/bar he walked up to the first random white people he saw, and introduced me as his best friends, and they were in the middle of a nice semi fancy dinner, i politely apologized and walked away to the bar, and left him rambling on, i stayed for about 10 minutes and when i came out George was in the process of getting kicked out of the place, which was called the Armadillo. We headed back to the Fairmount, where there were still no people, so we started walking down the road and i heard someone yelling my name, and i turned to see Flavia running down the street after me. She was with two girls she knew from work and a guy driving a BMW. I hopped in the bmw, but couldnt shake George so he piled in with us. We went to a bar on the riverfront of the Zambezi, and me and Flavia went to talk by the river. Had a good amount of drinks there, as George would suddenly appear ever so often mumbling something incoherent to my ears. Afterwards we headed in the bmw back to the fairmount, were we ended up dancing until about 330am. About halfway thru the night after breaking a couple of glasses and falling over a couple of times, George was kicked out of the bar.
In the morning it was time to head off to Zimbabwe, i hung out with the security guard outside of the hotel for awhile playing my music and then walked to the market to catch a bus to the border, and this border im my experience had the best scenery of any border i have ever seen. It was a bridge overlooking victoria falls. Im almost sure there isnt a better setting for a border between two countries in the world. I walked about the 3km until i made it to the zimbabwe immigration and i crossed in. Then i walked another 3km to the tourist town of Victoria falls Zimbabwe. At one point Zimbabwe's currency was so poor that they were printing a billion or a trillion dollar notes and now there were boys walking around town trying to sell these notes to tourists as souvenirs. But in Zim they use the US dollar and the south african rand now, there own money is pretty much worthless.
I found a place to stay, but hadnt had a chance to change my money back to Us dollars from the Zambian currency. I headed to the market and found some women willing to change money with me, i then headed to the train station to buy a ticket to go overnight to Bulawayo. I was planning on going the next day, but after walking around the touristy town i decided to take the train that night, so i bought a ticket for 7pm. i went back to collect my bags at the hotel and hung out until it was time to go to the train. The train reminded me so much of the ones i had ridden in india, where there are cabins that fit 6 people to sleep in. There were no lights on the train, so the ride was pitch black, but i was so tired from the night before, i slept almost the whole way until morning. The train moved really slow and sometimes violently jerked but it was a good ride, and the other african guys in my cabin were friendly and interesting. Arriving in Bulawayo around 11am after a 16 hour journey, i caught a taxi to the only backpackers in town. It was a comfortable place that kinda felt like a home, with a kitchen and a room to hang out and watch tv. I spent the rest of the afternoon walking around town, and enjoying the tv in the hostel. The town of Bulawayo was a pleasant enough place to spend a day exploring.
The next day i decided to keep on keepin on, so i walked across town to the mini bus stand where i got a bus to another mini bus stand where i got a bus to the border called Plum Tree. The bus took us all the way across the border into Botswana. From there i caught a bus to Francistown. This place was clean and modern, and expensive. I walked around for about an hour but didnt find an affordable hotel so instead of sleeping here i jumped on another bus to the capital of botswana, Gaborone. I arrived around 11pm in the capital and got a taxi to a chinese run hotel. I got a good and pricey room with a tv in it, with a english movie channel. In the morning i was woken to banging on the door with an angry chinese lady telling me to leave the room, i said no i want to stay another night, and she just kept barking at me in her non english speaking manner, she wanted me to leave so they could clean the room, and i just said they didnt have to clean it, i would stay again tonite. She finally went away, and when i went out to get food, she said give money, i asked her why she was so mean, but i dont think she understood, i asked one of the cleaning ladies why she treats me like that but she said that shes like that with everyone, not very hospitable. But i decided to take a slow day and spend the day in the room watching movies. After two nights at this place, i was South Africa bound.
Found a bus to take me directly to Johannesburg South Africa. Everything since the last week or so has suddenly gotten much more expensive, especially the bus rides and the hotel rooms. When i got to the massive city of Jo'Burg I had chosen a hostel to stay at, but it was a little out of the city center. After a hassle i got a taxi to take me but as we were driving he said it was to far away and he asked me for more money, and i told him i only had a little left and he pulled over and let me out of his taxi. I decided i would walk as far as i could and i used my map to try and find the place. it turned out to be a long walk and i was getting tired so i found another taxi to take me the rest of the way, he didnt know where he was going however, and he ran out of gas along the way, so he had to run to a gas station and bring back some gas. when we finally got to the hostel i wanted, it was a hostel no more, the building was up for rent. Discouraged i walked around the area and thankfully found a guest house around the corner. It was run by a portuguese family and expensive. I managed tho to get them to let me stay for half price and the husband agreed to do this, because he said he understood how traveling was. They kept telling me it was a nice and quiet place to stay, but ironically their little dog wouldnt stop barking almost the whole night and morning. There was a good tv with some good movie channels in the room so i couldnt complain. I went out to the store where i found some really good granola and ramen noodles to eat for dinner.
In the morning on was off to explore the city of joburg. It took me about an hour to get from my hotel to the city centre, but something about that walk reminded me of driving down the woodward avenue in detroit, it just had that same kind of atmosphere. But the city center was nothing like detroit, it was built up and functioning like a normal city does. I wandered around the city most of the day drinking mountain dew and eating apples. At night i watched more movies in my room, and enjoyed the cool climate of this part of Africa.
I then got a bus in the morning to the center where i met a nice girl who helped me find the bus, she was from Angola, and could speak about 7 languages. At the bus stop a got on a bus that would take me to the capital of Swaziland called Mbanane. It took about 5 hours to get there, and we smoothly went thru immigration. In Mbanane i caught a mini bus to Ezulwini, where i found a really good hostel called Lidwala. I got a bed in a dorm that was inside a huge safari tent, however there was a strange and grumpy older german guy also in the same tent at me. He was quite funny however, and seemed to always focus on stereotypes when talking about certain types of people around the world. He told me he used to smuggle music and things over the wall from west berlin to east berlin. at night the hostel cooked up a good chicken curry dinner and put on a movie on their large screen projector but the sound gave out after a half hour unfortunately.
The next day when i walked 2km to find some food, i met a swazi lady and i asked her where a place called Malendelas was, and i asked her if i could walk there and she told me absolutely not. so i knew what i had to do that day, and i walked back to the hostel got my music and headed off to walk there. The walk took about 2.5 hours each way, but it was a very scenic walk for i was in a valley surrounded by mountains. When i arrived at malendelas i relaxed and ate some granola, and looked around. This place was really atmospheric. It was kind of like a fairy tale land set up with art sculptures and exotic gardens, it also had a huge outside festival area where they host an annual music festival. After exploring their grounds i made the long walk back, and i got quite tired on the way home to the hostel but i finally made it just as the sun went down. A cop even told me not to walk after dark, but by that point i was already very close to being at the hostel. I enjoyed the tv room at the hostel for the rest of the night letting my tired body rest up.
In the morning on hopped on a couple mini buses and made it to a place called Nisela safaris which was close to the southern border with south africa. At this place they gave me what they call a bee hive hit, and it was one of the more unique places i had slept. It had an Alice in Wonderland type door meaning that it was only about two feet high, so i had to literally crawl on my hands and knees to get inside my room, and once inside it opened up into a rustic spacious hit, with a couple of trees in the middle of it. I was in the middle of a safari place so i went for a walk thru the bush. all i found were some warthogs and some deer like animal and many ostriches. I ate a really good lunch and then slung up my hammock near my hut and listened to music until the sun went down, and later ate a pizza which they called hot as hell pizza which was so tasty.
After a nice relaxing night in the beehive hut, i went to the street and caught a mini bus to the next village and another minibus to the border of south africa. The border was really remote and there was no public transport there, but luckily i met a guy named steve who was driving south and he offered to drive me until we reached his home town called Hluhluwe. I was actually heading to St. Lucia that day, but Steve convinced me it was a nice place to stay so i decided to stay at the bush babies bush camp hostel that night. During the ride with steve he told me a lot about south africa and about the surrounding zulu lands. He pointed to some hills and said they used to bury the zulu kings there with all their gold, and if a white man tried to go there he wouldnt make it out alive. Steve was a white south african who owned an ostrich and crocodile farm. I asked him if a blacks and whites could marry each other in this area and he said he wasnt almost impossible for this to happen, and that the two races really didnt associate with each other. Steve was the south african popeye, built almost exactly like him. The area was also really dry and we drove thru a massive bush fire along the way. Steve dropped me off at the hostel and invited me to his farm if i wanted to visit. i thanked him for his kindness of giving me a ride. Steve also told me the taxi companies were like the mafia and they often had much violence between the companies and that it was dangerous to walk these roads and try to hail a cab from an unmarked taxi area. The bushcamp was in the middle of nowhere but it was a cool place and i got a bed in the empty dorm. Relaxed by the freezing pool for awhile and later met a couple from holland. I wonder to myself how people from holland are always so friendly and i meet so many of them along my travels. Later i hopped in one of their hammock chairs and read for awhile before i had a homemade steak french fries salad veggies and pudding dinner. quite amazing indeed.
In the morning i was lucky enough to get a ride from one of the workers at the hostel into town where i caught a mini bus first to Mtubatuba , and then to st lucia. On the bus to st lucia and met three friends who gave me a beer on the bus, two were from zimbabwe. One of them when we got to st lucia even walked me to the backpackers in town, and was very friendly. I got a dorm room bed in the hostel and immediately i met two swedish girls and a guy and another korean guy who were all sharing the dorm with me. They invited to go out to the karaoke bar with them that night. I also met a guy named johnny from Seattle. I bought some cane spirit and we hung out drinking all night at the hostel and the karaoke bar. good fun, there were also an old dutch couple at the hostel who were really interesting to talk to. The next day in st lucia was a rainy and cold day and i spent it on the couch watching tv, and i felt like i was right at home in my living room. There were also about 7 africans staying in the hostel who were also interesting to talk to.
After a nice time in st lucia, i grabbed a mini bus to Durban to where i am right now. Durban is a great city and my hostel is in the city center only a 5 minute walk from the beach. Last night i hung out at the hostel watching tv and talking with some people in the hostel. This morning i woke up to a choir singing in the hostel, there were about 50 african girls singing for a reason i do not know, but it was quite enchanting.
So here i am, and my trip is coming closer to its end. Im planning on heading into the mountains for a few days and then to the country of lesotho and then hitting the coast and ending up in cape town.
The one song that i have listened to the most on my trip is called Soulshine by Gov't Mule, i love to put it on almost everyday and here is the lyrics, have a listen sometime...
When you can't find the light that guides you through a cloudy day
When the stars aint shinin bright and you feel like you've lost your way
When the candle lights of home burn so very far away
Well you got to let your soulshine, just like my daddy used to say
He used to say soulshine, its better than sunshine, its better than moonshine, damn sure better than rain
Hey now people dont mind
We all get this way sometimes
Got to let your soul shine
Shine to the break of day
Grew up thinkin i hade it made
gonna make it on my own
but life can take the strongest man
and make him feel so alone
Now and then i feel a cold wind
blowin thru my achin bones
I think back to what my daddy said
he said boy in the darkness before the dawn
Let your soulshine
its better than sunshine, better than moonshine, damn sure better than rain
now people dont you mind, we all get this way sometimes
got to let your soulshine
shine to the break of day
Sometimes a man can feel this emptiness
Like a woman has robbed him of his very soul
A woman too, god knows she can feel like this
and when your world seems cold
you've got to let your spirit take control
Be Easy Zambezi
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Durban, KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa
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