Some Malawian Anecdotes

I have decided that I am not overly fond of bicycle taxis. These exceedingly popular contraptions consist of a cushion that is placed over the back wheel of someone's bike. You simply sit on said cushion and off you go! Minus the fact that you're squashed onto the back of some tiny bicycle, one of the main problems with this form of transportation is that Malawians have no sense of space. They just never seem to think 'That is a huge truck. I am a tiny bicycle. Maybe I should move over for the vehicle that is about 1,000 times bigger than me.' But alas no, while the truck is riding our rump the Malawian just keeps bicycling away at his slow pace. Even though I'm shouting move over from the back. Not that the weird foreigner on the back of their bicycle is going to influence him any more than the truck. 

Living the Malawian Life

Nothing in Malawi is ever easy. The last time I was here we spent nearly as many hours broken down as we did driving. And my first car ride this trip was no exception - see evidence below:

Blantyre

I really should stop sassing people. As in when the taxi driver from the airport gives me a price that is double what it should be I say to him "I'm getting that price because I'm white and small and female, right?" Something about the way I look just says charge me double, vulnerable foreigner right here! Perhaps in a future life I will be tall and scary looking just to make up for it.

A Snowy Stop in Lugano

"Wait, didn't you graduate?" I can't even tell you how many people asked me that this week. But alas, no I did not graduate, nor am I student this semester. I simply stopped into snowy Lugano for a visit!