Zim-bab-we [Great House of Stone]

Juliasdale -> Bonda -> Mutare -> Birchenough Bridge -> Nyampanga -> Nyika -> Msvingo -> Zvishavane -> Mbalabala -> Bulawayo

We came into Zimbabwe not really knowing what to expect, except that we would need US dollars and that the police are corrupt and frequently seek bribes. Over the past section of the trip, we have learned so much about the peaceful locals and rich culture — yet hurting economy and bloody history — of this country.

After our new friend, Israel, left us at the Tintagel B&B, owners Carol and James (and grandson Calvin) took us under their wings. Not only did they nurse Simon back to health, but they spoiled us with delicious home-cooked meals/jams/chutneys/butter/you-name-it and gave us a tour of the property. Carol and James explained they lost their farm when the government [sometimes violently] kicked white farmers off their land in order to re-distribute land to native African farmers. Due to the country’s colonial past, much of the best farmland was owned by white commercial farmers, which the president boiled down to a white-black issue. However, Carol and James were born here, and their parents, and theirs… you get the picture. They had worked hard in the butcher shop industry to eventually have the ability to buy the farm, which was seized from them. Fortunately they were able to sell their cattle, and buy a smaller fruit farm, but that was eventually taken as well. They have now opened the Tintagel B&B and Tea Garden, but because of negative press in the media and US/UK sanctions against President Mugabe, tourism in the country remains very low.

This is what our travel guide says about it:

…behind the grim data lies one of Southern Africa’s most beautiful – and today, un-touristed – countries. And despite being forced to sacrifice so many things, Zimbabweans have not lost their humour or resolve. With so few visiting the country, those who do can expect royal treatment. They need you.

Instead of the government placing farmland into the hands of local black farmers, as promised, much of the land ended up in the hands of ministers and close friends. This meant that much of the formally productive soil stopped being tilled, exports plummeted, the local currency lost all value, and unemployment is estimated at 90%. The former “Bread Basket of Africa” is now using US dollar, but even that is disappearing as it’s needed for importation of the foods and goods not being produced within the country. This is why travelers need to bring in their own USD and not rely on local ATMs, which will only give $20/day IF you stand in line all day and the machine hasn’t run out when you get to it. Even those who are employed, are affected by the economic conditions, which has forced the police to fundraise their own wages through bribes at check-points. Fortunately for us, they leave cyclists alone!

Despite the harsh realities facing the country right now, the people here continue to strike us as the most peaceful and welcoming. After leaving the B&B, which was hard to do when we felt so at home, we met up with a teacher we met in Victoria Falls at the start of our trip. Humfrey had invited us to visit his school and talk to his pupils, which was the reason we found ourselves in the blissfully cool climate of the Eastern Highlands region to begin with! Our first day at the school, we found ourselves as guests for a [6-hour] prize-giving ceremony recognizing the achievements of the students. We were very impressed by the size of the school, standard of education and smart attire! We then had the opportunity to meet with the “Ray of Hope” club to talk about our home countries [USA and Northern Ireland] and our journey here. They asked us to share fundraising ideas with them, as they try and sponsor primary (elementary) school children who would not be able to afford secondary (middle/high) school fees. We felt honored to be hosted by them and enjoyed getting to know Humfrey and his family.

After so many days of rest and re-fueling, we felt energized to continue cycling. At the recommendation of our hosts, we re-routed ourselves to head to Zimbabwe’s namesake – The Great Zimbabwe Ruins. This section meant dropping back down into lower altitude and a sweltering 45 degrees C (107 degrees F). We felt like we had been locked into a sauna, and were forced to take a 3-hour lunch break in the dining area of the local hot springs, which we found painfully ironic. We attempted to beat the heat the next day, waking at 5am to get on the bikes by 6am. Funnily enough, cloud cover and a precious sprinkling of rain provided the coolest day we’ve had on the bikes. The next 8-day stretch went by easily enough and was highlighted by visiting the Great Zimbabwe Ruins (a testament to the sophistication of Zimbabwe’s ancestors) and meeting a few local cyclists in the mining area of Shabini. Our new cyclist friend, Tirivash, even spent a day training with us by trading my heavily loaded bike for his light-weight speedster. I had a relaxing day as we ate up 120 km, and then the hard-core Tirivash jumped on his bike and cycled the 120km back home! We finally made it to the city of Bulawayo and into the welcoming home of Mr. and Mrs. Motsi, whom Simon’s uncle, Reverend Joe, married in 1990. Again, we find ourselves being spoiled with home cooked meals – local dishes like Amasi (local yogurt), peanut butter rice, maize porridge – and even freshly-baked scones! Sensing a theme? Despite the initial trepidation from travel guides and government warnings, the welcoming people, mountainous landscape, and diverse foods made Zimbabwe a cyclist’s dream for us. Next up: Botswana!

6 thoughts on “Zim-bab-we [Great House of Stone]

  1. Just amazing – yet again another inspirational Blog I’m just proud to have met you on your journeys – keep it up – fantastic effort



  2. In 74 to 76 It was in its prime a beautiful country went all over it such a bloody mess today it’s a crying shame. same with Sth Africa corruption rules. Just b safe no second chances in Africa Cheers PS we have Boab trees in The Kimberley in Nth West Australiafrom when Australia was joined to Africa one of them was used as a prison cell in Derby Love your Work XO


    1. Glad you’re following along Lindsay! It must have been amazing to see Zim thriving back then – such a different place now. We hope we can return in 30 years and see it back in it’s former state with a thriving economy. Unfortunate that the corruption makes it difficult for that to happen. We’ll continue to be safe and vigilant xx

      P.S. Just found out the fruit from the Baobab tree is the next best superfood if you’re hungry!


  3. The picture of Simon’s face after tasting the fried beetle is absolutely priceless! Glad to see your travels have been so rewarding and filled with great adventures. It’s always the great people you meet along the way who make the difference.



    1. Thanks Blair! We completely agree!

      Wish I also captured a picture of Simon’s face when we tried the “Mopani worm” – served in bulk or the hot food bar at the Supermarket. He wasn’t quite as composed 😉


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