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Wet Rest Days
... pants
with the money. As we left we noticed a sign on the mall that said no overnight
parking, loitering or money-changing allowed. With our riches we went shopping.
It poured rain all night and most of the day yesterday. Not
a few showers but a prolonged torrential downpour. We were amazed that there
wasn’t more flooding apparent.
After a lazy morning we went out with Peter and Kerstin.
Peter is a journalist and works for Deutsche Welle, ...
A very long walk
... He then asked me which sector in area forty-something I was going to, which of course, I didn't know the answer to and offered to walk me home, despite neither of us knowing where I was going. An hour or so chat, phone call to Olly and asking some school kids later, and I found the house. Phew!
I had bought some internet credit in the day, but sadly could still not update my blogs as there was another power cut, lasting all evening and into the ...
Could you smoke all of this?
... proved successful and after twenty or so minutes I had gone from no picture to a picture of the bike and a picture with me on it with one of the 5-O stood behind. That picture demonstrates the soberness of the officers as the main guy took it and only just managed to get the three of us in!
The evening was spent watching the Champions League with a highly excitable German, Matthias' team Borussia Dortmund were playing against Arsenal. To his relief it finished ...
Waiting for Friends. And then for Baggage
I arrived in Lilongwe after a five day journey from the Mozambique Indian Ocean. I was ready for a rest. Arriving a few days earlier than my expected visitors Grace and Des, who were flying out from the UK for two and a half weeks, I caught on laundry, emails and other admin, swapped books and cooked on fires while I waited for them to arrive on the 17th.
Des and Grace left London Heathrow at 7:30 Saturday morning, taking the rather convoluted route of ...
Birthday in the capital
I decided to go with Kizzy to Lilongwe to have a look at the capital.
Lilongwe is not so beautiful and there is not that much going on there.
I met Johannes at the backpackers there, a German guy I had met at the camping in Kasane in Botswana a month earlier. He and Kizzy partied with me at my 30th birthday were we got quite drunk with a bottle of Malawian Rum and Coke.
The day after Kizzy flew back to Britain and I spent another day ...

