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 untouched by human hands, where no path leads to and being in the thick of […]
It was foggy for a third day in a row and I began to wonder what was more illusive in Swakopmund? Rain or sun?
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.
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…
What better way to kick 2015 in the bucket than to escape to a remote lake island and t0 leave it all behind…
When I think of Malawi, the first word that springs to mind is ‘Colour!’ There is something special about this time of year, just before the rains. The orange and red Flamboyants are in full bloom, the pink bougainvilleas pop against blue skies, the women wrapped in bold printed fabric, the red bricks exposed as green and blue paint peels with age and the dusty sunsets that paint the afternoon skies in yellow light. As if Picasso has come to Malawi with a full palette of paint!
You’re home alone with the kids. Do you stay home or do you pack a bag and go somewhere you’ve never been before?