A twist in the tale
Trip Start Apr 01, 2008
25Trip End Sep 31, 2008
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So, there we were, on such a high after our nights at Ngorongoro, an exciting few days outside the Serengeti and all steams ahead for our drive to a new country...Rwanda. Alas, things, as we should've known in Africa, never quite go as planned and thus we have the "twist in the Dusted Adventures tale".
After Serengeti, we met up again with a couple, Kevin and Rachel Steyn from RSA, who we initially met in Northern Malawi and who Franci and Jo had travelled to Zanzibar with, and it was decided around the campfire that night to travel with them in a 3-car convoy through Mwanza, around lake Victoria and into Rwanda, since the rumour was that that road wasn't great and the area slightly notorious for Bandits. So the following morning, after doing the usual car check, filling up watertanks, having church (our Sunday morning thing), we headed off.
The trip to Mwanza was pretty uneventful and we were all getting quite excited for the new country that lay ahead. We pulled into the BP in Mwanza, and after all filing up, discussing last arrangement, and getting ready to leave, the event took place.....some slimy little buggers picked the lock of Rose's passenger door (with Chris standing just on the other side of the car), snuck their hand in and grabbed Chris and La's bag fill of pretty much everything from passports, money, drivers license, wallets with credit cards, to vaccination certificates...you name it!! We could not believe it, of all the worst things you imagine to go wrong in Africa, this is pretty high on the top of the list.
We then spent the next few days in Mwanza,
The four days spent in Mwanza is really nothing to write home about but how ever long we think back on good old Mwanza, we will not forget San and Tom, a South African couple expiating in Mwanza! Had it not been for them, I think we would have lost all hope in Africa and turned around to come home. The night we arrived after the passport debacle, they came over to chat to us at the camp site and on telling them our dramas they went to all stops to help us over the following few days. Chris and La made and received many a phone call from their office to various embassies, they tried to make use of any connection they had, let us get our washing done at their house, and best of all, invited us to their home for a much-needed, good-old South African Braai!!! We all know Franci has a pretty healthy appetite, but that night even Chris had his teeth around a juicy piece of wors before most of us had even sat down at the table. What a feast.
So Thursday, the day of the train ride, finally arrived and during our preparation for leaving (getting the fridges sorted and packing out backpacks) the Husted's got a call from a chap called Eric, or, as we have come to know him, The Negotiator. Chris played it cool and when the guy tried to smooth talk him with his kind words, acting like he was on Chris's side, he fell for none of it. How much was true at that stage we were not sure, but he was apparently a businessman from Arusha, who had some of the Husted's documents in hand and he, on behalf of the robbers, (of coarse he had nothing to do with it ;)) he requested a mere $2000 in return for the passports. Chris gave the classic police-investigator answer, just like he'd seen in the movies, and said "Only once you have all my documents, then we can talk". You'd think he had practiced it or something. The call was pretty amusing but at that stage we had lost all hope of getting the documents back, we had booked our train tickets and we were on our way, so we really thought nothing of the call and laughed off the possibility of Eric coming through for us. The train was scheduled to leave at 6, we had been advised to get there an hour earlier, but like typical Mzungus, we thought we should get there even earlier to book our cabin, so got there at 4:30.
So after 48 hours we arrived in one piece in Dar with yet another adventure ahead of us....but that's a story for later.