Walking in Mulanje’s wild gardens
It seems impossible as one looks out towards Mozambique in the not so far distance, that a place like this exists here, a unique and beautiful landscape with wild flowers, ferns, lichen and moss.
Hiking up Mulanje Massif with children
It was our second to last weekend in Malawi and the day before Easter. The TV droned on, babbling on about something unimportant, on and on and on! I could see how this weekend was panning out and there is quite possibly nothing that annoys me more than […]
The moments that make Malawi
I have 2 weeks left of living in Malawi. These next few posts will be about the little inconspicuous moments and scenes I have come to know and love.
Thyolo: the source of my addiction
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…
Malawi in colour
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!
The Shire fisherman; how to keep crocodiles away
With two feet apart, firmly anchored on either side of the old leaky ‘dug out’, Sale stands quietly – casting his net into the depths of darkness. Alone and drifting down the Shire River, on a dark and moonless evening, he listens to the sounds of the night; […]
I dreamed of the lake…
I thought I’d miss the ocean living in a landlocked country, but it seems the lake is just fine! With an endless stream of activity, my eyes are glued to the shoreline and water from morning to noon. It does not matter what time of day, there is […]
Floods in Malawi
Hushed by the sound of rain, they sleep. Lying side by side – children, grandparents, mothers and fathers – breathe deeply and dreaming of tomorrow. Not so far from the slumbering mud house, the banks of the Shire River quiver and crumble. The raging torrent; bloated and full […]
