Mario, the Malawian from Mozambique

“I lived in Mozambique many years ago. I was born there. My family came to Malawi when the  war broke out between the Mozambicans and the Portuguese. My grandfather died while travelling on… Continue reading

Mulanje: Vanishing forests

Sometimes I wish I had lived a few hundred years ago. I wish I was one of the early pioneers, exploring new worlds and finding places that no-one had ever been. Finding somewhere… Continue reading

Is there a sun in Swakopmund?

It was foggy for a third day in a row and I began to wonder what was more illusive in Swakopmund? Rain or sun?

Born in Mozambique

Her entire future would cost her less than an American cent. But the person who killed her dream, was the person she believed held the key to her freedom.

Mua Mission: In search of something ‘different’

Ever since we passed them on the road – wild, unpredictable and masked, I wanted to know more about the Gule Wamkulu and it’s secret society. Of all places to learn about it, it was the beautiful Mua Mission that shed light on this sacred ceremony…

365 kilometers of Damaraland

Thyolo: the source of my addiction

How to saw a log

On a scorching hot day in Nchalo, 2 men arrived for work. They’d be sawing up an old log in my garden. They came with a small bag of tools and one long saw that wobbled with the hot wind.

Learn how the Malawians saw a log…

Wrapping up 2015 with a camping trip to Domwe Island

What better way to kick 2015 in the bucket than to escape to a remote lake island and t0 leave it all behind…