Welcome

Welcome to Shweta & Vivek’s blog – a portmanteau of memories, thoughts, updates and more, during our travels. We look forward to hearing from you and taking you on our journey.

portmantwo

portmanteau //pɔːrtˈmæntoʊ//:
1 : a large bag that opens up into two equal sections
2 : a word derived from the blending of two e.g. “portmanteau” and “two”

Suid-Afrika Nommer Twee

We had very ambitious plans for the garden route. It quickly became apparent that we couldn’t enjoy it as much if we tried to drive all the way to Durban, and then on to Johannesburg (Joburg), in just 7 days. So, we modified our plan and decided to stay longer in fewer places and go…

Ad-Lib Namib – The finale

With the coast in our rear-view mirror we started making our way eastwards towards Etosha National Game Park. We had a long way to go and had to make it to the gate before it closed at 1500hrs. We had been constantly trying to make these seemingly arbitrary deadlines the past few days but these…

Ad-lib Namib – Seals, Sand and Skeletons

Tired, but very exhilarated, from trekking the dunes, we made our way to Swakopmund and Walvis Bay (pronounced Vahl-vish Bae-i-y by many). This area was another that we had heard conflicting views about. Vivek knew of Walvis Bay as his previous employer had business there, and had a few colleagues that had been to the…

Maun Living

Maun proved to be a much-needed stop after the many hectic bus rides. We arrived at the hotel in the afternoon. Reuben was kind enough to walk us across the Old Matlapaneng walking bridge. We were dropped off in the hands of a recent resident who graciously shared the load of my ridiculously heavy backpack…

Chilling in Chobe (Chowe-bee)

The day began well before sunrise, far too early for the spoilt. Out first game drive into Chobe National Park departed at 6am. It was chilly and Vivek and I huddled together on our drive to the main Park gate, as we heard anecdotes from two other Backpackers, also hopping from country to country in…

Day One, Bus One

18th May 2017, we left Lusaka early this morning from the Intercity Bus Terminal. Packing had taken up most, if not all, of the night. Shweta’s brother Kshitij kindly offered to drop us off at the bus station, and other than one minor incident with some council workers, which Kshitij even more kindly offered to…