The seemingly endless dusty drive north on the relatively empty Malawi roads is an indication that private transport is for the relatively well off. Public transport and the elderly commercial vehicles are often poorly maintained, overcrowded, overloaded and driven in such a casual manner as a reminder that personal mortality is often closer than planned.
An incongruously positioned speed trap clocked and stopped our 4×4 whilst a chauffeur government Pajero whistled by clearly immune to all laser rays.
Mzuzu is located at such an altitude that calms the humidity and allows the red dust laden midday breezes to provide a welcome relief in the midday heat. Teaching under the scanty shade of a lone tree seems more natural than ever now. Willingness and interest accompanied by a blinding back drop and sun bright colours easily compensate for the lack of an interactive white board.
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