About Peter...

Peter Frickel was born in South Africa, in a home on a hill that looked out over the vast Indian Ocean. His father a doctor, his mother a nurse, both cared for the local villagers, the Zulu king and many of the Zulu people.

As a young boy, he dreamt of joining the French Foreign Legion, exploring the great continent of Africa and visiting the seven wonders of the world. He saw them except the legendary Hanging Gardens of Babylon, a decision made by the flip of a coin during his travels. “Heads goes west” he still recalls.

After graduating with a degree in economics, fluent in English, Afrikaans, Zulu and well versed in Latin, he made plans to trek across Africa. He would travel from the Cape of Good Hope, the most southern tip of Africa to the pyramids in Cairo, Egypt, the gateway from Africa to the Middle East.

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A Two Year Journey, From Cape To Cairo

Peter decided that after hiking much of his homeland and the neighboring nation of Mozambique, he would journey by foot wherever possible. He would see more from the road, go to more places, meet more people and possibly find the difference that lies between imagination and reality.

He trekked several thousand miles during his two-year journey. He paddled the piroque on great rivers, crossed deserts by camel caravan, journeyed over mountain ranges and through the Great Rift Valley. The sights, sounds, smells and tastes of Africa are indelible in his stories — they are rich with vivid details.

Night after night, in the wild, he lay down on his African earth to sleep beneath a canopy of stars. He hunted and fished for food; made friends on the road with strangers who welcomed him as a traveler. They ate together, they asked him about the things he had seen, where he had been, where next, why and enjoyed his story telling.

From his African soil he traveled into the Middle East, across Europe finally to London, England where he joined colleagues on the London Stock Exchange. This exciting work would take him to Europe, India, the Far East and Australia.

And yes, he still travels.

Peter remarks on Africa...

“You will have no idea of the beauty of Africa if you do not visit its wide-stretched Savannahs that lay flat for prancing, growling, multiplying animals, and climb its mountains that hold snow for all seasons.

It is a land fed by rivers that sneak through impenetrable jungles, that hide snakes and crocodiles, that throw blood-curdling screams over waterfalls and mournful cries across rapids in the valleys. The lakes of Africa are filled with hippopotamuses and hold a thousand different species of fish that cannot see the grass bend or hear the moan of the wind across the veldt.

There is an ever–stretched coastline of soft silken sand from end to distant end held by waters, blue, green, salty, disturbed with raging temperaments and mean moods — their names do not matter.

Lightning and storms come in seasons, they always come and everything seems to bow to the word of God.

Yes, there are deserts, with miles and miles of lifeless, burning sand, with cracked rocks that hold the freeze of night.

Across this land of Africa there is death, there is pain, there is suffering, there is injustice, there are the great swarms of locusts, there is the drought without love brought by the devil himself — the witchdoctors tell me so.”