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Mulanje Second Visit

This weekend we climbed Mulanje again this time going to a different hut on the plateau. Here are a few photographs.

Cast:

  • Rob – often mentioned on my blog, good friend in Blantyre, lecturer in psychiatry at College of Medicine there, visits Zomba weekly
  • Sue – visiting consultant psychiatrist from Wales, living with us for one month, teaching Clinical Officers in the hospital.
  • Liv – UK doctor working in paediatrics in Blantyre for a year
  • Emily – UK medical student doing her elective, working with Liv
DSC_0017-DSC_0020 The walk up was very steep and very hot this time.
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Typical Mulanje views on the way up, during the dry season.

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On top of the mountain next to the hut.
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The plateau is full of trails and tracks. This explored in the afternoon.
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The three lovely ladies: Sue, Livvy, Emily

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Stunning view on the top: Elephants View
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Magnificent view on the way down.
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  Rob enjoys the view, though spoils it
  somewhat for the rest of us! He forgot I
  had my 18-200mm Nikon zoom lens…

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These little guys were very curious when we stopped for a break.

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At the bottom, Emily and maize fields waiting for the rain.
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  Kids on the way back. I had recently learnt some new Chichewa which I’d tried
  out with some success on the kids outside the Mental Hospital gates. I think
  it worked best here though. It went like this:
     (loads of curious kids come out to watch us stopped at roadside)
     I shout, smiling, “Mungathe kuvina? (Can you dance?)”
     There is bemused silence, followed by a tentative “Tingathe… (we can…)”
     I command loudly, “VINANI!  (DANCE!)”
     and they go wild gyrating and laughing – and I join in otherwise it’s not fair.
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Liwonde

Friday evening at Mvuu Camp in Liwonde National Park, and I was hoping to prepare a basic supper for Sue and I in the communal self-catering kitchen. I decided to camp two nights, rather than staying only one night in the expensive chalets, and in order to save more money I planned to cook rather than eat in the restaurant. The woman on the phone had assured me, "Yes, there’s an old fashioned hob with four hot plates." DSC_0801 The stove was in fact really REALLY old fashioned, and required one to make and stoke a fire under it! So Sue and I went for the restaurant anyway, which turned out to be the Friday night "boma dinner", out in the open in the shelter of a wooden boma, with central fire, and traditional music and dancers. All very "African", and luxurious, the sort of thing my parents have been to but I’d only heard about. After dinner as we were leaving one of the waiters asked if he could escort us back to the tent. I confidently said no, I had a torch, and proudly waved by Petzl headtorch at him.

"Ah but what if you meet a wild animal? That is not big enough." He swung his massive torch spotlight into view, and I conceded that his light was stronger. (Still, he couldn’t wield it on his head, ha!) DSC_0818So we walked back to the camping area, sandy ground with thickets of thorn and other trees providing shade and some privacy. Earlier in the evening, when exploring the camp and putting up the tent, I startled some baboons, almost bumped into a solitary bushbuck, and photographed some warthogs, all wandering calmly about the campsite. The whole of Mvuu camp is open – that is, not enclosed by fences – and the wild animals can wander in and out at their leisure. Read the rest of this entry »

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Racism isn’t always bad

[This entry should really be read after reading the entry for 9 October Morning Jog. It’s a follow-up to that.]

A week after our first morning Jog, again early on a Wednesday, Sue and I set out again. It felt a bit different and a bit boring this time because it was a school holiday, so there were fewer kids about. We trundled along uneventfully, past the deserted school playground, past the airbase with a wave to the sentries, and up the gentle slope to the circle and the Muli kuti? Bar at the end of the road. As we rounded the circle, excited young shouts were heard in the distance.

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Zany psychiatrist

Shortly before I arrived here, one of the cell phone networks underwent a major rebranding, from Celtel to Zain. In a stroke of marketing genius, they chose a distinctive branding colour, and gave out free paint to anyone who asked, as well as the painters to splash it on. Paint being a bit of a luxury here, there were many takers, so the Zain purple (or is it pink?) has become The Colour of Malawi. Everywhere you go, you are reminded of Zain’s presence. And I have a shirt which is almost the same colour. (See if you can spot me camouflaged in one of the photo’s below. I’m in the photo with Sue, who visited as a guest lecturer in psychiatry in Zomba for a month.)

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Lake of Stars

[It’s taken me far too long to write about this music festival, sorry, so I’ll be brief and do it mostly with a few photos.]

Lake Of Stars International Music Festival, now in its fifth year, is the major music festival of Malawi. This year it was being held at Senga Bay on Lake Malawi, on the beach of the Livingstonia Beach Hotel. Fantastic shaded camping spots in the sand, across the road from the beach.

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Rob and I shared a tent, while Steph, Penny and Sue shared another. We arrived after dark, setting up tent in hurry with music in background. I’ve never been to a dedicated music festival before, and as music festivals go, this must be a rather small one – with only one live stage and one DJ stage. With one stage, there was never a hassle choosing what to go see. Read the rest of this entry »

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Off to the Lake…

This afternoon we drive up to Selima on Lake Malawi for the annual Lake Of Stars International Music Festival. Two posts added yesterday, though I’m still two weeks behind! This will come right slowly. Bye!

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My racist haircut

Going into town today, I thought I’d try get a haircut in preparation for the Lake of Stars Music Festival. I walked through the non-food part of the market, and snapped some photos first.

P1030032Colourful chitenjes, for wrapping wherever you want to – around head, bosom, waist, baby, etc… Or to use as curtains in our house!
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P1030034Inside the covered part of the market – a less busy area, and not representative of the bustle at all.
P1030036I liked this sign in the street for the full range of signage services they offer, and the motto at the bottom.

I bought some (overpriced but unavoidable) phone credit from one of the usual ladies seated at their red plastic tables, and asked her if she knew where I could get a reasonable haircut. P1030561 Of course, I’d seen signs advertising barbers before, (like the one on the right) but I wanted a personal recommendation. The lady didn’t know, and yelled across the street to her large-bosomed friend, who came cheerfully bouncing across to help me. Read the rest of this entry »

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Morning Jog

Bouncing and bumping in hospital transport on our way to work this morning, we saw a sign suspended between two trees in the main street. Unexpectedly, it advertised a fun-run this coming weekend. P1020995 modified modified The idea of running for fun seems curiously out-of-place here, like a string quartet at a rugby match. I haven’t heard of, nor can I really imagine, people here having the luxury of enough time, money and concern for future health to invest in the effortful expenditure of excess energy. But Rob tells me that there is an active aerobics group and running club at the sports club in Blantyre, and we did read about the Zomba Walking Club in the local paper. (It has six members, one on crutches, but they all attend regularly.)

So this morning Sue and I went for a brief run, perhaps encouraged by the reminder of what is possible. Sue is a serious runner in the UK, and I find her in the kitchen stretching, wearing black and pink lycra. I’m in shorts and a long-sleeve T-shirt which I slept in. We’re not sure how people will react to seeing white people running, so my sleepiness is edged with a slight feeling of excitement and apprehension as we emerge from our gate and begin plodding down the road. Read the rest of this entry »

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