We Don't Shoot Khawajas - Travelling through Africa in the 1980's

Fresh out of university in 1980, Chris had a choice. Go to London, or travel the world. So, he earned some money on an oil-rig, and set off for Africa in search of adventure (and the chance to become a man.) The tale he tells is captivating and fun. He became as sick as a dog. He starved. He was hot, cold, lonely, lost, and confronted by elephants and gorillas. But he never stopped smiling. His first port of call was Morocco. It was a real shock. Unlike his native Surrey, it was a maelstrom of hassle, colour, medinas, falafels, and sand dunes. He seriously questioned whether he could make it through to Cape Town. He went east to Algeria, a socialist nation of big hearts and empty shops, eventually reaching Egypt. As he settled in to the traveller’s life, he followed the Nile into The Sudan, and then Kenya. Africa then became a wondrous experience of camping under the stars, rural villages, and laughing children. He crossed Tanzania, Malawi, Zimbabwe, and Zambia, and then Botswana, Namibia, and South Africa. From tip to toe, in one magic year.