Nchalo has that ability to make or break you, especially around October…when you ditch the heels for flip flops and the Coco Chanel for a can of insect repellent!
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…
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!
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 thought life in the Shire Valley would simply be an extension of my days in Mozambique! I thought I’d potter around with endless time, taking photos and writing posts upon posts of blogs and maybe even a book too!!! But that life is a distant memory; floating […]
After camping in our own home for four months, that mystical removals truck from Mozambique arrived, loaded with all our kit! I cannot deny that four months of simple living; with no TV, no oven, no toys and just 3 pairs of shoes – was enlightening. We can […]