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Skirting Mutare, army deserters and another heart-stopping episode
I plodded eastwards winding along little paths. Most of it was burnt. The bigger trees were all just stumps sticking up out of the ground.
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Obstacles, rural hospitality, illegal gold panners and the old Grand Reef Airport runway
I moved off at first light having made a better plan with my girth system using some leather strips to make a buckle of sorts
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Travelling through ghostly commercial farms, a near drowning and a daunting encounter
It’s very sobering riding through once thriving farms that now lie in ruins. It’s almost as though I am a ghost riding through this area.
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The journey east: a close call for a journalist and an escape from potential disaster
In the hot, dry, impalpable dust of October blue sky days it is always so encouraging to see the trees put on their new leaves in readiness
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The start of my second “Prayer Ride for Justice”: memories and the journey east
My route with my horse, Tsedeq, from Mount Carmel farm in the Chegutu district to Mutare and the Vumba
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“Prayer ride for Justice”
Across eastern Zimbabwe to call for the restoration of The SADC Tribunal regional court of justice and to assess the state of the rural area
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