I was very well prepared for this trip and I used every item I brought with me with the exception of various medication, luckily I didn’t get sick. In Ethiopia there was one night I befriended the porcelain throne because of a bad street samosa, and two nights of extreme tissue usage due to a cold, but other than that I was lucky. Here’s a list of things that I found the most useful and another of items I should have brought.






– Head torch – no doubt about it
– Deuce wrist watch – a spontaneous $20 airport purchase, a waterproof rubber watch
– silk liner – used instead of the sleeping bag when it was warm, and as bug protection in hotels
– clothing line
– alarm clock (many early starts)
– ziploc bags – for anything from protecting my passport from water to bagging snacks to preventing soap leakage etc
– travel towel – lightweight, quick dry
– adapters – my shitty camera needed daily charging
– a hat and sun glasses
– baby wipes and hand sanitizer – especially in Ethiopia where you eat with your hands but don’t get napkins (or toilet paper)
– cheap sowing kit – surprise success for more people than just me





– binoculars – I forgot the small pair I have and really needed it for the game drives

– rubber bands – no particular reason, just useful to have
– a coat hanger – maybe if foldable ones exist? For drying individual clothes/towels in the tent overnight
– string – again, just a good thing to have. My zipper pulls broke, and I could have used the string also to tie my mosquito net to ceilings (with tape)
– many more extra batteries – the head torch being the main offender
– pocket knife – for the bottle opener and a tiny screwdriver
– small tupperware container – to keep soft fruit from spoiling on days I carried it in my bag
– tote bag – to only take the items I really needed into the shower/tent/laundromat etc.





– sarong – for the pools, also used as a do-rag in places where I had to cover my hair
– fizzy bottle cleaner
– shampoo & shower gel – I couldn’t bring this for the entire time
– heel balm and pumice stone – skin gets dry out there and my old pumice couldn’t keep up
– a power strip / extension cord that accepts multi plugs – everyone wants to charge all their electronics at the same time and there will ultimately only be one outlet
– felt marker – to identify my water bottle from others
– duct tape – to tape my mosquito net to ceilings with a thin string, to attach adapters to loose outlets, to catch bed bugs in a hotel…
– iodine and band aid – I had run out of medical wipes and I didn’t have my band aids on me when I cut myself in the street once
– happy pants – airy pieces of cotton, perfect for hot weather in non-muslim countries
– a blanket – cause it was cheap and pretty
– more clothing items (tshirts and skirts) at the end of the trip – because I was sick of wearing the same stuff and also because I was no longer overlanding. Clothes and habits change when hotels and public transport are involved rather than tents and a truck



ITEMS NOT USED (-though I would bring most of them again)


– money belt – stuff was safe on the truck and in hotels
– sterilizer pen for water – we had treated water on the truck and elsewhere I bought bottles
– soap/shampoo/laundry soap strips – they didn’t work at all, total BS
– waterproof rain cover for my big bag – we never hiked in the rain etc.
– 99% of my meds – which was a good thing!
– condoms – …sigh…




Germany 2x
Quatar – if you count the airport
South Africa 2x
Mozambique 2x
North Sudan


Airports (ES/DE)

I flew home (as in the motherland) today, but via Palma de Mallorca. Mallorca is often regarded as Germany’s 17th county and it shows. There were more Germans here than at Frankfurt airport. All food menus were in German and you could eat at ‘Warsteiner’, a snack bar named after the beer brand that is served along with German food. A happy meal consists of Bratwurst and a beer. Welcome home.
Peoplewatching was spectacular. And the decoration on tables consisted of a huge sangria bucket complete with long straws. After the plane landed the passengers were clapping. At least it wasn’t the funny party plane atmosphere that I had expected.

Did I mention that Germany is cold?

Casarabonella, Spain (ES)

A hot and humid day and guess who wore a new dress out on a hike! I have definitely arrived. The wind and the remainder of my suntan lotion saved me. A beer on top of the hill at lunchtime in a small taverna- hey, I’m still on vacation. The afternoon spent watching five young cats, three of them stripy and shy, two of them apparently living in potted plants. Delicious dinner and more drinks at another restaurant, a long evening without waiters that bring you the bill with the main course, but with complimentary digestifs whose quantity and flavor you could choose yourself because the bottles were left on the table. Life is good!

Hola Spain! (ES)

The train arrived in Tangier at 7.25 am and I was at the harbor just 10 minutes later. I wanted to buy a ticket for the ferry to Algeciras but it turned out that this ferry takes off from a different port 15 kilometers away. No website mentions this.
Instead I bought a ticket for the fast ferry to Tarifa. Supposedly it would leave at 8 am and arrive at 8.35 am. It left at 8.45 am and arrived an hour later. Although the Sea was calm the annoying kid in front of me threw up all over the seat. I escaped to the duty free shop to spend my remaining dirhams but they only accepted Euros. I didn’t once feel like I was actually leaving the continent of Africa. Even Morocco hadn’t really felt like Africa to me. Too many people spoke too many languages and as soon as hassling started (already in Egypt) I knew that the original experience I had expected was over.

Tarifa! The mother continent at last!

In Tarifa I discovered that I had lost an hour because of some undefined time zone change. So much for the early start. I took the complimentary bus to Algeciras, walked to the bus terminal and bought a ticket to Malaga on the direct bus which left later but arrived earlier than the next available bus. Then I learned another lesson in international traveling with big bags: reactivate your own phone! Mine is still out of service and Algeciras does not seem to have working public phones, which is probably the case in most cities around the world. I was glad that I had bought a ticket for the later bus now as it took me 45 minutes, 3 Euros, 5 different phones and three helpful people to inform my friends when to pick me up in Malaga. All of this at boiling heat with two heavy backpacks on me. I also couldn’t find an ATM so I was hoping the phones wouldn’t eat more of my last coins without acknowledging their presence.

My friend Ian picked me up in Malaga where I loaded up on Euros and immediately opted for the four cheese sandwich and a beer at a snack place in a mall next door. See how easy it can be?! I also got a kick out of the first clean toilet in months, paper and water in unlimited supply, a door that locked and even a mirror. The little things in life!

The train we took was scarily modern. I was suddenly glad that Europe had me back. The interesting dress code of the Spanish people (shirts too tight, skirts too short, hot pants, heels) was a welcome sight. I instantly felt less fat and more in touch with myself. After a long shower (hello water pressure and constant temperature!) I morphed into the Kraut you all know and love.


My friends Ian and Sarah live in Casarabonella, a sleepy mountain village about 40 minutes from Malaga. It was my second time visiting them there, the last time was five years ago and since they are planning to move to New Zealand soon it will also be the last time. They have a house with a holiday rental unit that I occupied for two nights while losing more brain cells trying to find a decent tv channel out of 600 – ideally one that didn’t talk about the horrible attacks in Norway or the death of Amy Winehouse.



After dropping a key for another rental unit off for two very grumpy French people we had a few beers and tapas at a local hangout that seemed to serve old men and young over- (well…under-) dressed people. The service wasn’t exceptional but far better than anything I experienced in Africa. And the beer didn’t run out right away. Later we moved on to a restaurant/bar that used to be a garage and had dinner and more drinks. It was light outside until almost 10pm. It was also still warm and a bit humid. And as weird as this may sound I finally felt like I was no longer traveling and that my adult life as I like it was continuing right here and there. I loved my long vacation but at the end of the day it’s nice to return and be among friends.

Goodbye Marrakech (MA)

We managed to spend exactly 20 minutes at the Jardin Mayorelle, a very beautiful but small private garden that was bought by Yves Saint Laurent at some point. Most flowers must have bloomed already so mostly we saw cacti and palm trees. There is a small museum of islamic art inside the garden, from further away it looks like an Ikea as it is painted in the blue/yellow pattern Ikea uses. The museum was closed for “repairs of renovation”. Guess the renovation work was done sloppily.

There was also a garden restaurant but the prices were outrageous. When enough kids and tourists in hot pants had gotten on our nerves we left.


For the next two hours I wandered around the new part of town as well as parts of the medina. Fridays most shops are closed and the vendors who are outside leave you alone.

I took some pictures of “fuck the police” graffiti that was partially covered by anti-King slogans in Arabic, a happy teenager translated that for me. It was pretty hot and I got a final African sunburn.


Sadly I then spent the next three hours in Joel’s room getting sucked into the Real Housewives of Orange County and a Turkish horror movie dubbed in Arabic that we guessed the plot to. Our group had shrunk to three people and everyone was ready to go home so the energy level was below zero. I actually felt dumber when I left that room.

Joel and I celebrated our last night in Morocco – with pasta and pizza, as one would.


Finally at 9 pm I boarded the night train to Tangier. I shared the sleeper compartment with three Moroccan ladies who went to bed early. The ride was fast and smooth and I even slept a bit. Luckily we had air conditioning so the temperature was good for sleeping. I had a dream that a spaceship landed nearby and after a very old boss of mine told me that the main alien was the ‘ambassador of the internet’ I was very glad that my parents and I were selected to get onboard. Time to wake up.

Retail therapy and alcohol tolerance (MA)

I was in a better mood today but still not willing to take on the medina again. After I sufficiently carbed up at breakfast (not one healthy thing on display, apart from the daily yogurt I bring to the table) I set out to walk along the main road towards the medina and/or the famous garden with a potential to go shopping for either clothes or groceries if I find the supermarket again instead. And if not there are palaces and tombs to see as well.
Right away I got pulled into a modern fashion store at the Plaza de la Liberte where I spent not a lot of money for a bunch of tshirts. I continued the cheap shirt spree for a few more hours around the plaza. The tshirts are of the kind ‘wear this summer, then discard’, I’m neither particularly fond of them nor do they fit me perfectly. I just needed new things, and ideally I should get some loose fitting skirts with them. Unfortunately my belly is too big right now to fit properly into anything.
It was great not to be bothered at all while shopping. I probably bought more because of that. Only when I left the store I got all kinds of comments again. I’m so done with that.

On the way back I found the supermarkets and even met the others there. It was a real supermarket, a big one, with a beer aisle! I had to have it, along with real cheese and some chocolate. What a glorious day.

The afternoon we spent drinking poolside. I seem to have lost my beer tolerance on this trip, I was out cold for two hours after two cans of the light Moroccoan brew ‘Flag’. Sad.

All our great plans to go out for dinner later didn’t kick into effect either and I didn’t even care.

Marrakech, our last stop (MA)

A local bus took us to Marrakech today. I immediately went to the train station to buy my overnight train ticket to Tangier on Friday. If I hadn’t gotten one today I would have had to buy a flight ticket and they were really expensive. Unfortunately single compartments do not exist on this train so I will share with three others and hope they are not annoying. It was cheaper this way…more money for ice cream, yay.

My subsequent ice cream cost three times as much as previous ones and twice as much as my cheapest dinner in a restaurant.

It’s hot and a bit humid here again, and Marrakech is big. We are a 25 minute walk away from the medina. On the way there we passed plenty of pizzerias and night clubs, even two huge supermarkets. There are many tourists and the city looks just like that: a city.

The medina is huge. Just huge. We got lost instantly but found the big plaza Djemma El Fna by coincidence. It has over a hundred food stands and more fresh orange juice vendors than I’ve ever seen. Unfortunately it is not possible to navigate the place without getting hassled to death. Everyone thinks you need to eat at their stand and people will grab your arm to pull you over.

We went for a walk through the souq instead and I even split from the group in a stupid moment of thinking that I would finally do some shopping. Bad mistake. I got hassled so aggressively that I decided I had enough for good. When we met at the plaza again for dinner I was ready to kill someone.

The food we had was completely underwhelming. I ordered the national dish; cous cous, and it arrived undercooked and flavorless, with a dry piece of chicken. The little sausages we had as a side were slightly better.

On the way home I wanted to swing by the supermarket for water but we didn’t find it anymore. It was already 10pm and it would have probably been closed anyway. However there wasn’t a single cornerstore anywhere either. I ended up walking an extra 30 minutes from the hotel and getting somewhat lost in the process.

The hassling and inconveniences (no water, expensive beer) is getting to me today. I’m ready to go home.