View from atop the Dedza PassThe roads in Malawi are surprisingly good although narrow.
Malawians are not afraid of trucks barreling down the road at 100 km an hour. Malawians should be afraid of trucks barreling down the road at 100 km an hour as they saunter across the road on foot.
Malawians are the worst bike riders in the world but will haul anything including barn animals on their bicycles while cars are barreling past them at 100 km an hour.
Everyone should drive through the Dedza pass as they descend the mountains to Lake Malawi. The view is stunning.
The bugs are really big here. No seriously. They’re really big. Some of these things should have license plates on them. The bigger the insects grow, the more likely they are to be eaten by the locals. In fact, you can buy dinosaur-sized grasshoppers on a stick at the side of the road. Mmm, mmm, goodness.
If you have a breast fetish (and you know who you are), Malawi will fix that. Malawian children often breastfeed until the age of 2 and boy do they love it. The women certainly have no hang ups about this. I have seen 18 month olds twist these milk spigots at angles that no part of the human body should have to ever endure.
Adult Malawians will allow you to stick a needle into any part of their person without so much as a grimace even in the absence of anesthetic. Americans are such wimps.
I’m not a big fan of people trying to convert others to their religion but many Malawians living way out in the bush only get medical care due to the presence of missionary hospitals. Whatever the motive may have been, they have done more good for the health of Malawians than I have. Just something to think about.
It rains a lot during rainy season. Africa in the summertime is really hot. Eric is bald. Lukas is old (it’s his birthday today). Indians who don’t wear sunscreen can get sunburned on Lake Malawi during the summer when it’s hot.
The children of Malawi are beautiful. I understand why that crazy woman from the US came and took one of them away with her.
White people are called Mazungu in Kenya and Uganda. The same is true in Malawi. It must be some sort of universal African thing. Malawians must be colorblind because they keep calling me Mazungu.
A child’s eyes tell you everything and sometimes it can be heart wrenchingly sad.
Lukas thinks we have schistosomiasis. And TB. And malaria. And worms. It might be true but it’s totally been worth it.
Cheers from Malawi!!!
Malawians are not afraid of trucks barreling down the road at 100 km an hour. Malawians should be afraid of trucks barreling down the road at 100 km an hour as they saunter across the road on foot.
Malawians are the worst bike riders in the world but will haul anything including barn animals on their bicycles while cars are barreling past them at 100 km an hour.
Everyone should drive through the Dedza pass as they descend the mountains to Lake Malawi. The view is stunning.
The bugs are really big here. No seriously. They’re really big. Some of these things should have license plates on them. The bigger the insects grow, the more likely they are to be eaten by the locals. In fact, you can buy dinosaur-sized grasshoppers on a stick at the side of the road. Mmm, mmm, goodness.
If you have a breast fetish (and you know who you are), Malawi will fix that. Malawian children often breastfeed until the age of 2 and boy do they love it. The women certainly have no hang ups about this. I have seen 18 month olds twist these milk spigots at angles that no part of the human body should have to ever endure.
Adult Malawians will allow you to stick a needle into any part of their person without so much as a grimace even in the absence of anesthetic. Americans are such wimps.
I’m not a big fan of people trying to convert others to their religion but many Malawians living way out in the bush only get medical care due to the presence of missionary hospitals. Whatever the motive may have been, they have done more good for the health of Malawians than I have. Just something to think about.
It rains a lot during rainy season. Africa in the summertime is really hot. Eric is bald. Lukas is old (it’s his birthday today). Indians who don’t wear sunscreen can get sunburned on Lake Malawi during the summer when it’s hot.
The children of Malawi are beautiful. I understand why that crazy woman from the US came and took one of them away with her.
White people are called Mazungu in Kenya and Uganda. The same is true in Malawi. It must be some sort of universal African thing. Malawians must be colorblind because they keep calling me Mazungu.
A child’s eyes tell you everything and sometimes it can be heart wrenchingly sad.
Lukas thinks we have schistosomiasis. And TB. And malaria. And worms. It might be true but it’s totally been worth it.
Cheers from Malawi!!!
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