Travelling by air just isn't real travel. There I was, cocooned in a sterile bubble manufactured by the airlines, I could have been in any airport on the planet. I was eating American style steak with French fries, drinking German lager and listening to British soul music. That's not travel. Had I been a normal tourist arriving in Africa, I would have then been whisked into a western style hotel where the staff are trained to make you feel as though you have never left home. After two days of looking at slightly different coloured beaches, slightly different shaped mountains and slightly different tat for sale in the street markets, you are bored out of your tiny mind. That really isn't travel and you can't say when you go home that you 'know' that country.
OK, so we raced through the countries in a car and had very little time to stop and meet people, but the short encounters we had with real Africans had more meaning and substance than a normal tourist would experience in a month of being there. Overland travel really is the only way to go. Get a vehicle, throw in a sleeping bag and a tent and hit the road. I guarantee it will be the most amazing 'journey' that you have ever made - both in terms of physical distance and finding out about yourself and those that live in the countries you are travelling through.
Me? Well, I'm stuck at Doha international airport for the next 5 hours before my second grueling flight home - another 8 hours of being cramped, cooped up and darn right bored!