It seems that there is a race between Malawi and Zambia in which is the poorest country in the world … 🙂 . Many people in Zambia were convinced that theirs is the poorest. The same is with Malawi. For some reason, I imagined that the living is slightly better in Malawi. I do not know why. They live near a lake lake, etc. 🙂
The exit from Zambia was fast. Get a stamp in the passport and go. Entering Malawi was a bit more complicated but we managed. It took about an hour 🙂 It turned out that if you have a Russian passport you have to go to an embassy in Lusaka and apply for a visa there not at the border. Damn. I really didn’t want to go back to Lusaka for the third time. We actually couldn’t go either because we didn’t have a valid Zambian visa anymore. Fortunately they didn’t say that we had to apply for a Zambian visa again, go back and then apply for the Malawian visa again 🙂 In the back rooms of the border crossing point even Oksana’s passport got stamped with a Malawian visa and we were allowed to enter to another poorest country in the word. Without any bribes.
The negros are a fun race. If you manage to make them laugh a couple of times then everything is fine. Even though they are trained to be tough and rigor officials, they remain these friendly helpful people.
Let the things with poverty be as they are, Malawi welcomed us with countless ovens for burning bricks, masses of people on the roads, high fuel and accommodation prices, sugar cane and with a lake with its beautiful white sandy beach. The roads here are largely paved, which was done a long time ago. They are occasionally ok, sometimes a little bumpy. The bad part is, that the roads are sometimes long and narrow. Right at the edge of the asphalt has a 30 cm strip and then come the part of the road where people usually sell something. Whether it is corn, tomatoes, chicken or rubber bands cut from old tires. There are so many people on the side of the roads. You do not have to be in a city or village at all. People are just everywhere. However, fuel is quite rare. The next station is about 60 km from the current location and I’m already using the spare tank. The station’s supposed to have fuel and if it has electricity we can even refuel.
The first “supermarket free” country on our trip. True,we haven’t been in larger cities yet. The price level tends to be slightly higher than in previous countries. The average fee for a camping spot is 10 $, and yesterday they thought that dinner should cost 20 $ per person. I have no idea why lower standard in living almost always means higher prices.
The lake is beautiful. The main road between the south and north direction runs parallel to the lake shore, relatively far from the water however. You can’t really see the water from the road. We are currently staying somewhere in the middle part of the lake. The nature is nice here. There are a lot of different campsites. You can see the lights from the opposite shore during the night. The shore is not visible during the day.
As in many other African freshwater areas, Lake Malawi is at risk of being infected with Bilharzia’s parasite. Quite a nasty thing with a long hiding period. However, it’s easy to cure. According to the locals, it’s not found in the middle of the lake; the greater chance of getting infected is in the south of the lake. The water in this place is moving, but the parasites love stagnant water. But there’s always a chance, it’s all one big lake after all. In any case, I took a dip in it when we arrived. Today one of my hands is swollen and itchy.
There are all sorts of bugs in the dry land as well. Since there is a lot ow sweating, we’ve come to a habit of washing our underwear when taking a shower in the evenings. The tent cords are suitable for hanging clothes. When putting on my underwear in the morning I felt something biting my delicate parts. It must have been a funny sight for the locals – me running around naked trying to shake of the ants that had gathered in the clothes during the night. I wouldn’t mind watching that movie myself 😀 . There are mosquito like bugs in the air too. There’s on kind that travels with wind in huge swarms.
For example, you sitting on the terrace with your omelette, drinking coffee and suddenly your eyes, chest hair and coffee are full of insects. Such gentle and ineffectual, don’t bite or anything. There’s just a lot of them.
The front tire is still a problem. I don’t know how many times I’ve patched it already. Yesterday the tire went empty in the middle of the densest crowd. I was overwhelmed with the courtesy taught by the Western world. Hellõu! Hau aar juu? Without waiting for the answer (I often don’t even want to answer), they answer the question themselves with aim fain is to and immediately all the rest of the english learned in school comes out of them. Ver juu from? Veer juu from boss/söör/mister? Aa/ee/oo/mööö …Australia, veri kuud söör/mister/boss. How the fuck do you think I feel if I, once again have a flat front tire and one hundred of your relatives ask the same question, and ther wether is 34 `C? But I can only think that. Look at another person asking the same question, see the open and sincere smile, and you respond as always, aim fain. It’s not his fault that I came to his street and punctured my tire.
While searching for a campsite I met a Dutch woman. She’s living here, shared a lot of interesting information and asked us over for a drink tomorrow. There’s nothing else but Fanta to bring with us … 😀 . From the information shared by the woman I found myself a challenge, the city of Livingston.
The city itself is not a big deal, rather a village with a fancy name. But the road there should be something that might suit me. Google map is also promising, a chance to expect something interesting. If you are interested, look it up from the map yourself 🙂. I will try to enjoy it in real life.
By the way, the previous serpentines in the northern part of the South Luangwa National Park have proved to be quite legendary. In various conversations it has become clear that even with 4×4 SUVs, the road is taken on with several machines and winches. Surprisingly, many know where they are and talk about how an acquaintance or a friend’s friend has been in trouble there. A famous place
Finally, a picture of Mr Happyman: