Ruta VAP (VII): hauling time Malawi
In Malawi one has almost tempted to go back. Getting to the border, turn the car and walk it back down to understand. The country suffers from this evil that bleeds Africa is supporting their greedy leaders after its voracious colonies supported. They are so concerned to live like western people despise their needy: so different, so poor, as African.
His needy people: so different, so poor, as African.
Last year I entered this country, preparing this route, the same day that the president had died, Bingu wa Mutharikha. Una de esas dolencias africanas que sólo extirpó la muerte y que ha dejado el país deshecho de un pasado en el que había menos libertad para vivir mejor. La sucesora, Joyce Banda, entonces vicepresidenta y a la que el hermano del fallecido presidente intentó por todos los medios arrebatar el poder, is nevertheless a hope. Makes things a certain symbolism, as selling official cars and private jets to feed their starving people, thanks but if you shoot reasoning, that some accuse of demagogic, cuando varios millones de personas carecen de maíz con el que comer ('s officially a famine in the country). It will happen, but it turns out she is a woman. On this continent seems that they could fix all the shit that make them if the stop.
But we decided to go straight, with our cars in a row and therefore fail to understand why the logic here is tack. We, we went behind the car of Victor, we attended the ceremony grotesque corruption, which forces you to accept the unacceptable in time to reach the destination. The sequence was such that: a policeman stopped each 30 the 40 kilometers Victor and watched out the window some cigarettes, juices or pens to monitor progress. "We have prepared packages that offer", I had the girls while we stopped to buy some food on a roadside market. They came to perfect the technique and almost the words left over after the good afternoon. Out a hand and we continued.
A British and New Zealand had a love story movie
Thus we arrive at Cape Mc Clear, the beautiful Lake Malawi. Volvimos a alojarnos y acampar en el Chembe Eagles Nest. Lo you distinto, somewhat deteriorated. I do not know, might be influenced by what he saw in the country. Ago 15 months seemed a bright spot and now she found something sad. I asked the couple who had then the lodge, one British and New Zealand had a love story movie. He was your safari guide. He fell in love years ago and decided to stay in Africa. Why here?, then asked them. "Just look at this?, I replied élmientras marked the rotundity of lake with love. Ella looked calmly read, beside.
That was over a year. The last time I saw her was completely drunk at the bar of the restaurant and he seemed to have disappeared. I noticed that also smoked any drugs and found that boredom led them to live somewhere over his eternal love. But, time again taught me that it is a bad manager if you want real stories.
They had very strong discussions and especially she was intoxicated
"I do not live here. They have returned to their countries to be treated for alcoholism. They had very strong discussions and especially she was intoxicated. Then I think someone told me they were back together in London. I hope not, were done wrong to each other, I hope you have not become ", I explained the new director, a Finn who has nine years living on the edge of this wonderful place that this time we lacked a bit of luck with the weather.
The days came and went covered in clouds. The lake is less bright down a gray. Our travelers decided then to go and lost by the people, between fishing boats and children smiling strongly. We ate with our little camp pause and savor an unforgettable omelette cooked us Txarli. Quiet were days that I think must have every journey.
Had to weld a piece and had the welder needed
But, tranquility was broken in my car. Victor discovered a malfunction that grew in intensity due to the lack of resources in Malawi. No one had nothing and no one knew how to fix it. Had to weld a piece and had the welder needed. I remember that night the Finnish friendly took me to the village and I explained that it is difficult to run a hotel here: "I have several months without chicken breast. Suddenly I called my contact at Monkey Bay and tells me she got it. He 5 nothing kilos, was all that was in the city. No wine or other things, getting worse ", I had. Women, newly appointed in office, also had a riot of employees who were measuring the forces of the new head. Being a single woman who runs something in Africa is not easy.
The car while threatening to break the journey. Victor spent hours looking for solutions. We got a local shop would charge to weld the piece and decided to make two trips to get to Liwonde National Park, Next stop in the country. First there were the girls, al fabuloso Bushman´s Baobab Lodge. His owner, an old African, was completely drunk. Group received joke telling Monica tonight would sleep together and then we received to us, hours, demasiado etílico para saber si era capaz de dormir con alguien. Before, the boys enjoyed a good beer in front of a sunset lake, una de esas imágenes que vale un viaje, entangled in some deep conversation.
His owner, an old African, was completely drunk
Estábamos por fin ya todos en el Bushman´s Baobab tras una larga jornada de incertidumbres. Had dinner with candles and enjoyed a wine by the fire in which nearly dropped our crazy African friend. A perfect metaphor for the country: sympathetic, with too many excesses and risk of becoming ashes. Llevábamos menos tres noches en Malaui.
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Rosa
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Moon,month, Victor poor that suffered for your car… And also by us.
Javier no has contado el por qué también se le llama al lago Malaui el «Lago de las estrellas», is a nice story that almost makes you,when you contemplate, back in time to the days of the explorers.
As Monica and the girls were there to save her from the clutches of ethyl African in case you need help.
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