Well
I am still in Gaborone, the capital of Botswana and other than the few days I
spent with Virginia and Britt in the town of Khakhea (thanks again!), I have
been in Gaborone for basically a month now.
This was never the plan and I certainly didn’t expect this to happen
but, A) preparing/gearing up always takes longer than expected, B) I’ve met
tons of cool people here, C) what is a ‘plan’ anyway and why do I need one? D)
I’m having too much fun to care it’s been a month. So with that out of the way, here is what
I’ve been up to:
Through
Couchsurfing.org, I met Paul. (By the
way, CouchSurfing is the greatest thing ever invented for travellers.) Paul is from London but is here in Gaborone for
a year on work. I tied up my bags onto
my bike and began riding to Paul’s place which was fairly close. This was the first time I’d ridden my bike,
or any bike for that matter loaded, and while I was a little concerned when I
first felt it, as soon as I started moving it was easy enough. Then disaster. About 5 minutes in, the cotter pin holding
the crankset came out. Without a hammer
I was unable to fix it, and pushed my bike the rest of the way to Pauls’ (very
nice) townhouse complex where I met him and moved in. Thanks Paul, you are an awesome host!
(left
to right: Paul, Philipp, Ally and Stuart)
After
moving my (once again) broken bicycle into the garage and my bags into a nice
room with a queen-size bed (it’s a 3-bedroom 4-bathroom place he has to
himself), Paul asked me if I wanted to join him and some friends to the ‘2012
Biltong & Pot Festival.” Naturally I
said yes and off we went. Basically
biltong is beef jerky and pot refers to the style of cast iron pots used to
cook stews over fires.
Both
of these are generally South African things, so the audience was in large part
South Africans and/or Afrikaners who live in Gabs (Gaborone) hanging around
earing copious amounts of meat and buying in bulk to bring home. Not that I was complaining, it was delicious!
That
evening was the heavy metal show I had been planning to see. Some time ago on Vice.com, I saw photos from FrankMarshall on Botswana’s ‘Heavy metal cowboy scene.’ At the time I
thought to myself “huh, that’s interesting’ but nothing more. Then I found myself in Botswana, and then I
happened to see a hand painted sign on a fence for just such a show! The show was at a bar called Eros Bar in Tlokweng,
and the bands preforming were Skinflint, Remuda and Amok.
I
arrived fairly early with Ally (again, the guy on the right), who used to
listen to Botswana metal up in Maun where he is from and where much of the
scene started. There were only a handful
of people there, so I sat down and started chatting to a few of them. He was humble about it and only casually
mentioned it, but here I was, with Frank, the guy who took those original
photos I’d seen which got the Botswana metal culture worldwide coverage (it was
also on CNN) and his awesome sister Rachelle!
It was awesome to chat with them, as they knew a lot about the metal
culture here and knew tons of the guys in the scene.
Now
I’m not really even a metal fan, but I love live music, meeting real people
when I travel, and interesting subcultures, so this was awesome for me. It’s funny actually, because when I was
traveling in India, I found myself at an underground metal show as well!
Let’s
be honest, metal music is a mostly white culture. Because of this finding a thriving metal
scene in Botswana of all places, is pretty unique. But the other thing that makes this scene
truly unique is fairly obvious in this photo: the way they dress. Black leather, chrome spikes, cowboy hats,
chains, skulls, ammo belts, these guys take style in a whole new direction and
do it with passion and dedication. I
love it. I posted photos from this event
on Reddit.coms /travel and /metal sections, and within two days my photo album had over a quarter million views! During the discussion of the event, someone
asked me “How did it feel to be the least metal and most Fabio guy there?” My response was that it felt fine! Everyone was extremely friendly to me, wanted
to have their photo taken, wanted me to help publicize the scene, wanted to
talk and wanted to buy me drinks. They
look tough, but man they are some of the nicest people I’ve met.
The
fans were certainly wild. These guys in
particular were fond of spraying beer on themselves and on each other.
I’m
not sure where you buy black leather and cowboy hats in Botswana (and
apparently they try to keep their sources a secret), but containers of this
stuff winds up in Botswana because of this scene and I’m told you can buy good
used leather jackets for as little as $25!
One
of the scenes elder statesmen. A more
reserved style, but still full on cowboy and full on America!
Skinlint,
the headlining band of the show rocking out.
So how was it? Fantastic. As I said, the people were friendly, the
music was good, the energy of the crowd was out of this world and man I never
thought I’d be able to say I wound up at a metal show in Botswana. Thanks to everyone there, and when I come to
Maun in the north, I’ll certainly come to another show!
So
the next day, this was pretty much the polar opposite of an African heavy metal
show, a mostly expat farmers market! We
drank cappuccinos, admired the organic produce and local crafts and did a wine
tasting. This didn’t feel like Africa at
all, but certainly interesting to see out here in Gabs.
That
night back at Pauls’ place, we had a nice BBQ dinner, then relaxed on the
couches and watched the Olympics on TV.
I never thought I’d wind up in a nice house, enjoying wifi and 4
channels of Olympics in HD here in Botswana, but here I was and it was exactly
what I wanted.
The
next day it was time to get a few things done: laundry, work on my bike,
emails, etc. That said, I figured someone had to use the pool. Paul has lived here 4 months and never been
in the pool, and I doubt many other people ever have either. It may be 80 degrees and clear sunny skies,
but it’s “winter” here, so everyone things it’s actually cold. I decided since the pool looked lonely, and
since I had a perfect view from the balcony in my room (yes, I have my own
balcony at Pauls place) I had to jump in at least once and get a photo to prove
it was used. I guess I got lucky,
because I got this one first try using the self-timer. Not bad eh?
That
night Paul, Philipp and I went to the theatre to see a performance of Blue,
Black & White, a one-man show (with Mophato Dance Theater group supporting
in the background) about Seretse Khama, the first president of Botswana. It is a very interesting story about Khama
marrying a white woman in the UK, the design of the flag and Botswana gaining
independence in 1966.
Wow,
is it really the first of August? I
guess so, but I stopped paying attention to the calendar when I left the
USA. The only dates that matter to me
are when my visas for a country expire or when I have a flight. I’ve said it before, but this is exactly the
near absolute freedom I was seeking when I headed out to Africa in December.
So
my bike, I took it back to The Bike Shop to fix the crankset. A very easy fix, but I didn’t have a hammer
and they did it for free. (I highly
recommend this shop by the way). At this
point I was starting to get pretty fed up with this bike… I brought it to
Gaborone Garage and Cycles to get some spare parts, and they wanted to fix the
crooked handlebars. The Bike Shop had
looked at it but decided not to fix it because if it was removed, it would not
go back together without a lot of new parts due to the shop I bought it at,
Duka City (NOT recommended) building the bike improperly. They put the wrong size parts together, and
then smashed it into place with a hammer so it would stay. Gaborone Garage and Cycles thought they could
fix it easily and soon my bike was in pieces and would not go back together.
Ugh. They said they could fix it, but
couldn’t give me any estimate, but said they would call me before doing the
work. (they didn’t, more on this later).
With
my bike in pieces AGAIN, I walked down the street past one of the areas where
women get their hair done. Certain parts
of the streets are just like this, filled with women (and yes, it 100% women) sitting
in plastic lawn chairs getting their hair done by other women. Hot tip: most of the women in Gabs have fake
hair. I asked, and was told it costs
100-200 pula (about $13-$26) to have the fake hair braided in, and women often
have it done twice a week.
A
few meters past this, I was about to cross the street when one woman got my
attention and said she would do my hair for free! To be honest, I’m shocked it took 7 months
for this to happen, but obviously I said yes and sat down in the plastic chair
in the dust on the side of the road.
Wow,
I didn’t realize my hair was getting this long… The whole process took about 45
minutes and I certainly became an item of curiosity to the locals during that
period but it was great fun. It involved
a lot of pulling and was somewhat uncomfortable at times, but not too bad
really. I chatted with the one doing my
hair, as well as the other women around me and found a number of them are from
Zimbabwe, which seems to be fairly common around here actually.
It
was another night at Bull & Bush, meeting Paul (London), Leo and Lekgotla
(Botswana) Jess (Canada) and more for dinner and drinks. Everyone got a kick out of my new hair.
Most
days I’m riding around town taking care of errands and this day was no
exception. I woke up with a problem,
which was my braids were starting to come undone already. I guess being a white guy with only wavy hair
meant the braids didn’t stay in as well as they do on the local women. I thought about how to fix this and came up
with a brilliant idea: I’d seen an orthodontist a few days before, and having
had braces in the past knew they had tiny rubber bands. I figured these would be perfect for putting
on the ends of the braids to keep them together and headed to the office. It took some coaxing, but knowing how
seriously women take their hair and explaining why I needed them, they said
yes. Once they gave me a pack however, I
was told get out before they got in trouble!
After
visiting my other Zimbabwean friends at their pool table at the bus rank, I
headed back to Main Mall to pick up some mending I had done. First item was a pair of boardshorts I had
the zipper replaced on (one of my most worn pieces of clothing actually) and a
long sleeve shirt. It only cost 45 pula
(~$6) and while I love being able to fix things that in the States would be
tossed, to be honest she didn't do a great job…
I
returned to the ‘road side hair salon’ to get the once piece of hair that was
coming undone fixed, and while I thought they would be impressed by my
ingenuity with the tiny rubber bands I’d acquired, instead they decided it
would be better to just redo the entire thing, only FAR tighter. Chatting with the women as before, I
mentioned how tight it was, and how it hurts to lay down on a pillow at night
on freshly done braids. All the women
got a good laugh out of this as we were obviously sharing a common experience,
told me to take some pain killers or drink before bed, and I felt like I’d been
initiated into a secret club.
The
next morning Paul and I headed off to Mokolodi Nature Reserve, a small game
park just outside of the city. The idea
was that we were searching for snares set by poachers who were trapping,
killing and selling animals caught in the park for meat. We met in the morning and set off in the
safari trucks to a fence on the far end of the park.
We
walked through the bush paralleling the fence where they had problems in the
past, but within 45 minutes we were back at the truck and at the end of our
search. Maybe I’m just more used to hard
work and crashing through the brush, but I couldn’t help but feel like we’d
really done nothing.
I
didn’t know what to expect from a park right outside a city, but I was
plesently surprised. Although we pretty
much just blasted through the park without even slowing down, I still saw (very
briefly) giraffes, zebras, warthog, ostrich, springbok, kudu and a few others.
On
Sunday I was supposed to join some Americans I’d met on a little rock climbing
journey but it was called off at the last minute. Once again, I intended to hike up Kgale Hill,
but once again decided against it because I was alone, I didn’t see any other
people around and I’d been warned about robbers in the area. Instead, I wandered back home, stopping at
Rail Park Mall to watch a dance group preforming for a few minutes.
Thanks
to a combination of having plenty of time on my hands, good HDTV service, and Pauls
interest in the Olympics as well (being from London and all) I think I’ve
watched more Olympics this year than any other year ever. Not that I’m complaining, it’s been great!
So
I’d intended to ride across Botswana on a classic Humber bicycle, but the
knockoff I’d bought had been one disaster after another. I intended to replace it with the original
Humber, which I didn’t realize was available when I bought the one I did and is
far better quality, but that was going to be 1450 pula, about $188. This was my plan until returned to The Bike
Shop, and realized I could get one of these built by Specalized, Globe Live 1
bikes. It is still a simple, single
speed bike with classic styling, but it is also a modern bike built to US
requirements and due to a special deal The Bike Shop had, I could get it for
less than the old fashion Humber, only 950 pula ($123)! . To
be honest I was a little sad that I’d be losing some of the magic of riding an
original Humber through Africa, but not only was it a modern bike I had a lot
more faith in, it too good a deal to pass up this time and I was upset at the
other bike shop (Gaborone Garage and Cycles) and didn’t want to give them any
more of my business.
It’s
not exactly designed to be a touring bike either, but it feels great, the integrated
front rack is awesome, and I really like it already. All I did was add some bigger tires (which
meant removing the fenders as they no longer fit) and put a rack on the back
for my gear. Now it’s time to get rid of
the other bike…
While
at The Bike Shop, I met Michael (left), an exchange student from Austria. I was already planning on going to Bull &
Bush (yes, again) to meet Liz (right) from Canada, who I’d met on Main Mall a
while back, and invited him to join us for dinner. After riding together towards our respective
homes in the dark, Michael and I decided we ought to ride together again, and
made a plan for a ride later in the week.
Without
going into too many details (because I’m over it) Gaborone Garage and Cycles
charged me 520 pula to repair an 800 bike, without asking me if I even wanted
the work done. They didn’t even manage
to fix it properly, in fact, it was worse than before, and this resulted in a
shouting match with the owner. Not proud
of it, but both of us were clearly in a bad mood at that moment and it
happened. I wanted a full refund and was
going to take my bike, in pieces to the shop I bought it at (who ruined it from
the start when they built it incorrectly), but it didn’t work out that
way. They did end up fixing it, and I
took it back to the shop I bought it from and demanded a refund. At this point I’d paid about 600 pula to fix
a brand new bike that cost 800 pula and I wanted this piece of crap bike out of
my life. This bike and all the problems
it had caused me has been the biggest frustration of my whole trip basically
and I was done. After much haggling, I
got the shop to take the bike back (at another big loss to me) and it was
finally over. Take a deep breath, let
go, move on.
That
night, I joined Paul and Philipp for dinner at the convention center. The rib special was quite good, and helped
put me in a better mood after a difficult day.
I
awoke early (7am is early for me these days!) and at 8, met Michael on Main
Mall to go on a little bike journey.
He’d bought his mountain bike the same day I’d bought my Globe 1, so we
were both looking forward to putting them through their paces.
We
had no planed route, so I pointed a direction and we set off not knowing where
it would lead us. Hot, flat, dry, mostly
empty. This is Botswana, and while it
sounds boring and needlessly difficult to most, it is actually what I came to
this country for!
A
while in, we realized we were headed towards the Tlokweng border post with
South Africa, where I’d first crossed into Botswana from SA. No problem, let’s go the border just for
kicks and turn back! To have something to do there, we decided to
find some coffee, but there were no shops.
We ended up having coffee with a bored office worker who was clearly
happy to have someone to talk to, and we had a great time chatting with him as
well. (no, he’s not in jail, that’s just
security bars the office to keep the public from the office workers in case of
any trouble).
On
the way back, Michael and I had a snack under a tree, and that is where I had
to remove the fenders on my bike due to the addition of the larger tires. The bike ride was only a few easy hours, but
it was great fun seeing some different areas at a different pace, giving the
bike a bit of a test and hanging out with a new traveller friend.
I’m
even getting tired of typing Bull
& Bush, I’ve been there so many times!
But there is a specific reason we came here tonight. Once again, I was hanging out with Paul and
Philipp and we met at Riverwalk Mall to see the new Batman movie, something I
was quite excited about being able to do.
About an hour into the movie, blackouts hit the mall and surrounding
area, so, no more movie. This is
supposed to be ‘the premier shopping destination of Gaborone,’ but not only do
the lack a generator, they even lack any sort of emergency lighting in the
theatre in the event of power failure!
The few people at the movie stumbled out via light from their cell
phones, and using a small batter powered light, the staff stamped our tickets
to allow us to return another night.
So
that is why we were at Bull & Bush again.
But because of that little power mishap, we got to see a great sports
moment, Botswana’s Nijel Amos witting the countries first every Olympic medal,
a silver in the 800m!
Another
rather dull day riding around town running errands. This time my big mission was to find tie-down
straps, which I will be using for attaching my bags and water to my bicycle. I probably went to 6 different shops to find
a simple item that if I were home I would know exactly where to find it, but
that’s part of the fun out here, haha.
That
evening, I met Michael on the University of Botswana campus. The school, just like the whole city really,
is quite new and generally seems quite well done. I was impressed to see the huge swimming pool
and diving platforms, and the dorms had nice courtyards with covered
areas. As I continued on, I passed
through an area where seemingly hundreds of students were hanging out in the
street and parking lot drinking, playing music from their cars and generally
partying. Obviously colleges in the US party as well, but I was a little
surprised to see it going so strongly out here, right in the street. Also, people here like to break glass
bottles, shards of glass were everywhere and I had to carefully weave my bike
through it all to avoid punctures. That
said, as soon as you were away from this ‘party epicentre’ the entire rest of
the large campus seemed very clean and quiet. It all seemed very familiar really, very much
in tune with any college in the States.
I
met Michael and soon was in the dorms hanging out with a number of other
exchange students drinking beer and playing guitar. Yep, school is the same everywhere on
earth! One person from the group, Zoe
was actually from the Tacoma area so I got to chat about some northwest things
for a bit. It was a pretty low key night
that included some interesting discussions with other students and it really
brought me back to my days on campus in college.
It
wasn’t easy to find information about it, but Gaborone having a ‘25th
Anniversary Silver Jubilee celebration’ and eventually we made our way to the
UB stadium (where I’d watched the rugby games a two weeks back) to enjoy the
show. The bleachers were packed so we
had to stand which made for particularly poor viewing, especially given the
chainlink fence and barbwire in our line of sight.
When
we arrived there was a comedy troupe preforming, then some traditional music
and dancing. The show took a break for
lunch, and we decided it was time to move on.
This
day also had another big event, a big rap show at the GSS grounds, which is
basically a big patch of dirt by the Main Mall.
When I’d arrived earlier in the day with Paul and Philipp, there was a
performer on stage, but about two people in front watching. The grounds were mostly empty, except for a
handful of people hiding from the sun under the sparse trees out the edges of
the field. By 5pm it was a totally
different story.
Hundreds
of young people mingled around the field chatting, drinking, cooking over BBQs,
dancing and enjoying the show.
At
one point, one or two cars decided to rev their engines and then do doughnuts
in the field, which both kicked up huge amounts of dust and really got the
crowds riled up. I enjoyed it as well.
As
usual, I stand out a little bit, and as usual the locals are happy to smile and
chat with me. These guys were passing
cups around and trying to teach me some of their dance moves. I’m not sure how well I did them, but I tried
my best at least and we all got a good laugh out of it.
I’m
don’t actually know the names of any of the performers, but I had a good time
at the show and was glad I went. It was
quite a scene, and between this and the metal show I attended earlier, I was doing
my best to get my live music fix, something I’ve been missing on my travels so
far.
That
said, this show was here I had my first ever problem with theft. While I was standing in the crowd watching
the show and taking photos, someone opened the top of my backpack and stole my
sunglasses. This is actually the first
time I’ve ever had something stolen from me during my travels, but it is still
upsetting. This is the kind of thing
that can happen anywhere really, and I should have been more careful, but now
whenever someone asks me about problems with theft/safety when traveling in
Africa, I can no longer say I’ve been lucky to be trouble free. So congratulations, you got some horribly
scratched sunglasses and made your country look bad, nice work…
Just
like the metal show to the farmers market, this was another big change, rap
show to bike race! Earlier in the week
when I was at The Bike Shop I was told about the first ever Cyclo Grand Prix
race happening at Airport Junction mall.
It sounded cool, and they had a Humber/single speed race division so I
decided I had to come!
There
were many divisions, open (the most serious of the races), mountain bike, kids,
Humber and teams. The course was about
500m long, winding around the parking lot of the mall and had some pretty tight
turns that caused a number of wipeouts I saw.
Made for exciting racing for sure!
Not
just a bike race, it was also an exhibition to promote bike culture in
Botswana. Part of doing this was having
a trials bike rider from South Africa come and preform. He did all kinds of jumps, and balance
tricks, hopping between the boxes and the van as well as over spectators laying
on the ground.
There
was a tent full of spinning bikes, a group of motorcyclists who rode around the
track, a Ferrari acting as a pace car, a big pit area, bridge to get over the
course, it was all pretty cool to see happening in Botswana. Not only that, but the entire event was put thought
up and organized in one month. Nice work
guys.
So
my race. The Humber division was
actually pretty large, around 30 people.
Many were on the same Globe bike I had, and many were on the proper old
Humber. In the future these need to be
two different divisions because the modern bikes dominated, but to be fair I
was beat by more than one guy on the old Humber. There were two heats of four laps and top ten
moved into the finals. It was basically
a sprint race. I had no trouble staying
in the top ten, so it was up to the final race.
Obviously I was just here for laughs; I haven’t spent significant time
on a bicycle in years and am generally out of shape from traveling but I still
did my best in the race. Somehow of all
the races, this was the only one with price money, 2000 pula for first
place! This gave plenty of motivation to
everyone and naturally I didn’t stand a chance against proper cyclists!
This
crane company was one of the sponsors of the event and from the hook was the
random drawing price, a 15,000 pula road bike, about $2,000! They were drawing names, and said “This
persons initials are S…B….” and for a second I thought I really might be the
winner, until they said it was Sean Brewer or something, what are the
odds? All in all, the first ever Cyclo
Grand Prix race was a fantastic event and I’m sure next year it will be even
bigger and even better.
That
night, Ally and Philipp came over and Paul and Philipp cooked a lovely
dinner. Thanks guys.
So
the usual question, what’s next? Well,
the obvious thing is my cycle trip across the country. I’m finalizing my gear right now, which
included having my small backpacking tent shipped here from all the way from home
and trying to make sure I’m prepared to camp in the bush. From the gear side I’m finally getting close,
but there may be a new and exciting twist to the bike trip as a result of
someone I met at the races. That said,
it’s still in the idea phase so I don’t want to revel it yet, sorry, haha. I’ll probably end up in Gabs for another week
or two and by then I really hope to set off on my ride north. I’m a month into my three month visa, and I
want to start sooner rather than later, as I don’t want to be in a hurry for
this ride.
Well,
that’s it for now, until next time everyone.