Day 27: Majete to Tete(Moz)
Distance: 210km Time: 4.5hours
Will at the lodge, I poured over my map on possible routes to Tete. The normal route is to go back to Blantyre and then head to the border at Mwanza via the M1. This seemed to be a massive loop around, so I wanted to try find a dirt way up to Mwanza as it wasn’t that far as the crow flies. T4A has a small off-road route mapped on it that ran along the opposite side of the Shire river then crossed back over it closer to the M1.
I spoke to the lodge owner and a few of the locals on what they knew of the route, most said it was very rough and were a bit sceptical if I would be able to do it on the big bike. I decided to give the route a shot anyway, if It got way to difficult I could just turn around and go the long way as Tete was not that far anyway.
I set off early in the morning, eager to see what the road would be like. Man, I am so glad I chose to do this route, what followed was probably the best 80km of riding I’v done in a while. The track was not particularly rough at all, only a few sections required first gear and some careful wheel placement. I passed through a few remote villages that obviously don’t see much traffic coming this way as I got some wide eyed looks. Unfortunately, the locals are very poor around here and have burnt most of the trees for charcoal but there were still some very beautiful sights up in the hills.
It took me about 1.30 to reach the main road 10km from Mwanza. I would highly recommend this route to anyone going towards or from Blantyre. It is far more scenic than the tar and won’t add to much time to the journey. I will post a video showing some of the tracks a bit later.
Exiting Malawi and entering Moz was a painless affair, I was through both in about 30 min. I had heard some much about the shithole of Tete from friends and family. Mostly that it was always hot. Well shortly after the border it started to rain, and the rain did not stop for the next two days!!! Rain in bloody winter. The temp was in the low teen’s so I was struggling to see what all the fuss was about. The road to Tete was uneventful and I made it in good time to my overnight accommodation at a family friends place. The one major advantage of being back in Moz was I could finally have a 2M beer, arguably one of the best beers in Africa. Before I knew what had happened, we were many beers deep and enjoying a fantastic sunset over the Zambezi.
Pic: Sunset in Tete
We enjoyed some prawns and more beer at the Tete Zambezi sun.
Day28: Tete to Juliasdale (Zim)
Distance: 350km Time: 7 Hours
I set off the next day with a slightly sore head and an incredible thirst, which was surprising considering how much I had to drink the night before! Once again, the rain gods were blessing Africa with unseasonable winter rain, much to my displeasure. Although, I was glad it was not hot because it would make me feel even worse.
The ride to the border was quick and I exited Moz in no time at all. The Zim side took a bit of time as the sniffer dog had a reaction to my bike so I had to unpack the whole thing. The border guards were very friendly and apologetic about having to do the search which was a nice change. Ah, it was great to be back in Zim. I hadn’t been back since 2005 and I was eager to see how the country was getting along. I stopped at the shops just outside the border to get some bread for the road.
I decided to take the dirt road the runs along the border and down to Nyanga. The tar road is a massive detour and less exciting. I stopped to make lunch about 20km along the road in what I though was the middle of nowhere.
Pic: Lunch stop in Zim
Pic: Zim Dirt
As I was packing up after lunch, I heard an explosion not to far way. This was a bit disconcerting, so I quickly got my stuff together and hit the road again. A few km further I worked out what the noise was as I started to see demining activity. There were loads of paths cut into the bush and blokes walking around in full blast kit. I wonder if these mines are new from the latest military activity a few years ago on the Moz side or if it’s still remanence from the Zim war.
Not long after seeing the de-mining activity I came across the biggest obstacle of the trip. The bridge over the Nyamasandzura river was broken, which meant I would have to cross the river the old fashioned way. I went down to the water edge to see how deep it was. It looked relatively shallow, so I decided to give it a go. The river was probable 200m wide but the water section was less than half of that.
As soon as I entered the water the rear sank into the soft sand. I knew that I had to get the weight off the rear so it wouldn’t dig in. As I started doing this, three lads arrived and offered to help me push it across. I was grateful for their help as I would not have to make multiple trips through the river to get my panniers across. We managed to get the bike across relatively quickly, but the dam thing kept cutting out at slow speeds, I think it had something to do with the bad quality fuel in Zim making the bike run a bit lean. I will post a video of the river crossing below as I did not take any pictures. The guys where very grateful for the dollars I gave them and the rest if the bread that I had with me.
The rest of the dirt road down to Elim Mission was pretty rough gravel and I had the first “mechanical” of the trip. The bolt on the underside of the front mudguard fell out and it started to rattle. I probably did not put enough locktite on it when I changed the steering damper. The only way to replace the bolt would be to take the front wheel off, which I could not be bothered to do at this time of day, so the good old cable ties will have to do the trick.
The tar started at Elim mission and made its way towards Nyanga, climbing high up into the hills. The temp really started to plummet as I got closer to Juliasdale. Most of the roads seem to be in decent shape in the area so it was good to stick it into a few of the bends.
My overnight stop was a cottage near Montclare hotel. It was nothing fancy, but they had the fire going so I could try dry out my boots.
Pic: Cottage
Farm
Room
I had dinner at the hotel. There was seemed to be a good few guests staying there so I hope they are making some money, I know how tough it’s been for them over the last few years. The staff are extremely well trained and friendly as all Zimbo’s are generally.