Malawi and the road to Mzuzu

5000km later and we finally arrived in Malawi. Pretty exhausted from all the driving. We stopped just over the border near Zawela, and from out of the grasses appeared a posse of inquisitive kids clothed in a random array of garments. Since coming here I’ve seen people in shell suits, velvet trilby hats, you name it. If you ever wonder where some of the gear you donate to the charity shop goes, it goes to Malawi.

They couldn’t speak much English but they all seemed to know about football when asked who the best team were. “Hibs are the best” they answered. Only kidding, it was Brazil and Ronaldo. They all could speak the international language of football and could say ‘David Beckham’ and ‘Michael Owen’. As we were leaving they started asking us for money, and then they pointed to the empty plastic water bottles and asked for them. It was hard to deal with seeing this group of children getting so animated about an empty plastic bottle.

Everywhere we’ve been the children all seem so happy, and they have absolutely nothing.