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Many of the “sidewalks” in Harare are charming dirt paths that meander slightly under these gorgeous reddish shade trees

Once we left Matobo National Park we had just enough time for a brief stop in the Zimbabwean capital of Harare before catching a flight on to Rwanda. In our day and a half in Harare we found the same things we found elsewhere in Zimbabwe: Evidence of a prosperous past, signs of recent decline, and hope for a better future.

In the 1960s, Rhodesia was the most prosperous country and fastest growing economy in Africa, though it was ruled by a small white minority. In 1980 a violent civil war brought the renamed Zimbabwe to majority rule under Robert Mugabe. Recognizing the ties between the white minority and Zimbabwe’s prosperity, Mugabe ruled pragmatically at first, urging reconciliation and upholding property rights.

But hopes for stability faded as Mugabe clung to power and crises came and went. The economy went into deep decline. By the early 2000s he turned to the majority’s worst instincts as he implemented land redistributions that forced white land owners off their property, caused whites to flee the country, unleashed racial violence, and turned the world against his regime. The once bright star of Africa became a pariah state with a disastrous economy.

In November 2017, the Zimbabwe army forced Mugabe out of power. Presidential elections will take place this summer. I’ve heard lots of different sentiments about Robert Mugabe here — a hero, a villain, a leader, a thief. But there seems to be widespread agreement that his time was up. And expressions of hope that the future might be better.

I hope they are right. Harare left a real warm spot in our hearts. People were so friendly, the weather was fantastic, parks and roads were lush and green. I really hope this country can reclaim its better days.

Harare is lush and green, with lots of big flowering shrubs like this huge poinsettia.

More lush and colorful

We saw lots and lots of school kids in the same uniforms. Many seemed shy but would smile and wave if we did so first.

The restaurant in our hotel harkened back to the golden days. For our starters, Jim ordered steak tartare and I ordered some kind of sautéed mushrooms. Then two carts were wheeled out for two elaborate preparations.

The streets of Harare were colorful and full of friendly people.

We had lunch twice at an Indian restaurant with a glorious garden and fantastic food.

Enjoying the amazing waters in the Gulf of Thailand

Koh Samui, an island in the Gulf of Thailand, is one of our absolute favorites places, perhaps the best beach town we’ve ever been to. We keep coming back; we’ve been here twice before since we started this adventure and I’m pretty confident it won’t be our last. The water is perfect, the sand is perfect, the town is … well, good. And all a lot more affordable than other idyllic locations.

Planning a trip to Koh Samui has always been a bit of a struggle. The best beach, by far, is Chaweng Beach, and that’s where we want to spend our days. But most of the nicer resorts are spread out around the island. And then there’s Fisherman’s Village with neither great beaches nor nice resorts, but the best little restaurants on the island. This time, for the first time, we decided to stay right on Chaweng Beach at a hotel we’ve looked at many times, The Library. It definitely worked for us.

The swimming pool at The Library is tiled in red, which is a little weird. The overall effect, though, is stunning.

Here was the routine, then. Up early to run on the treadmill for 40 minutes or so. After stretching a quick dip in the ocean. Breakfast and then the beach, where I would spend the morning reading The Three Musketeers (I know, it’s about time!). Mark & I would go for a dip now and then and just marvel at how incredibly perfect the water was. Well, almost perfect. The first couple days the water was really rough and it was even a little dangerous to go in. After that, though, it calmed down and then it was pretty much perfect. When my only complaint was that the water wasn’t really cold enough to cool down you know things are OK.

Then it was off to lunch, sometimes after a taxi ride to Fisherman’s Village, sometimes just up the road a bit from our hotel. In both we found tiny hole-in-the-wall kind of places with great Thai food at really cheap prices, just the kind of places we love. And it was good that we found them: both of our favorite places from earlier visits – Eat Sense on the beach and Nirvana in Fisherman’s Village – were closed. The case of Eat Sense is a sign of how things are changing. When we stayed at other parts of the island we would take a scooter to Chaweng Beach and then get loungers and an umbrella from Eat Sense; as long as we had lunch there the rest of it was free. This time, though, the place was closed up. What happened? I asked one of the guys at our hotel and he explained that the Chinese bought it. They’re going to open their own resort for Chinese package tourists, but for now it’s empty. Yeah, that’s what the world is coming to.

That’s a pretty nice beach

At any rate, after lunch I’d head back to the beach for a late afternoon nap and swim while Mark would typically head out for a massage. While there are plenty of the, ummm, less reputable kinds of massage available, there are also seemingly unlimited perfectly legitimate massage opportunities, all at crazy cheap prices. One day after lunch in Fisherman’s Village he came back just gushing that it may have been the best massage he’d ever had anywhere, and all for about $10. Two days later we were back there for lunch again and afterwards he went to the same place. Sadly, the masseuse he’d had wasn’t in. Not to worry, though there are others. The result is that the earlier massage is now only the second-best massage he’d ever had. He could never figure out if the person doing the massage was a he or a she – gender can be a little fluid in Thailand – but whoever he or she was, it was apparently amazing. And did I mention that it was only $10?

Four dishes that make up lunch at Khaw Glong Too. Thank heavens for TripAdvisor which points us to places like this.

Meanwhile I managed to finish The Three Musketeers, so the novel and the island will always be connected in my mind.

We had seven full days on Koh Samui and each day we seemed to enjoy it just a little more. We’ll be back in a year or two. For now, though, we’re off to Bangkok for two days and then headed to the States to see family and friends. The plan is to spend two months stateside, by far the longest return visit since we started. Who knows, maybe we’ll decide we like the States again!

Mark caught me running while he was walking to breakfast. In front of me, through a big window, is a great view of the ocean.

The resort is called The Library and they have these simple statues spread all over the property. I thought it was cute.

That’s our room in the upper left. The design was a little strange – the stairs leading up were so small front-to-back that I would pretty much always scrape my heel when walking down – but the lighting was cool.

The water, the beach, the umbrellas

We had lunch at the hotel once, just to see what that would be like. The food wasn’t as good and it was a lot more expensive, but the views were fabulous.

Another shot from lunch

OK, one more shot from lunch at The Library

And another picture of me. And the water.

Of course, there was more to Koh Samui than just our little lodge. The rest of it was pretty colorful, too!

The water at Sandy Beach Resort was truly stunning

The water at Sandy Beach Resort was truly stunning

Our third stop in Tonga took us to the Ha’apai island group, where we did little more than perfect the art of doing nothing. After a 45-minute flight from the capital, we spent five days at a place called Sandy Beach Resort. The highlight here was just what the name implies: a gorgeous sandy beach.

Boris, the German owner of Sandy Beach, has built a row of comfortable and functional fales overlooking this stunning beach, with lots of room in between to afford plenty of privacy. In theory, we could have gone out on kayaks or taken bike rides, but we never really got around to those things. The days mostly consisted of moving back and forth between our fale, a chair or a towel on the beach, the crystal clear water itself, and the communal dining area. Admittedly, Jim did go running a few times, and I put on a snorkel mask a few times, but not much else at all.

At dinner time we compared notes with our fellow guests from Australia, New Zealand, Germany, and Austria. Most of them hadn’t accomplished much either. It’s pretty easy here to slip into “Tonga time,” enjoy the lovely views, and just let the days pass.

That's Jim doing his thing on this nearly perfect stretch of quiet beach

That’s Jim doing his thing on this nearly perfect stretch of quiet beach

And yes, that's me out there just floating around

And yes, that’s me out there just floating around

Our breezy dinner table was where we all compared notes about our uneventful days

Our breezy dinner table was where we all compared notes about our uneventful days