“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring… Continue reading
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.
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.
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!