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Two for Tuesday: Malawi Village   16 comments

Lake Malawi, Africa

Lake Malawi, Africa

This is an occasional series on my blog where two pictures tell one story.  The images are from a trip to southern Africa a few years ago.  Malawi is an amazing country.  You can’t drive to this small village above Lake Malawi, and it’s a long steep walk to Livingstonia.  Everyone was very friendly.

Halfway up, passing through a small village, I met a woman who offered to guide me to a local waterfall:  so beautiful and refreshing!  After that, we passed another woman pounding casava into flour in a giant wooden mortar and pestle.  I tried and boy was it strenuous!

She was embarrassed at first to be the subject of my pictures.  She was actually afraid I would take them back home where she would be ridiculed for her poor way of life and for being similar to a monkey!  I couldn’t believe what my guide was translating to me.

My guide and I assured her none of the people I showed the pictures to would ever dream of making fun of her.  I said both she and her village were beautiful and very impressive to me and everyone else back home.  I asked to use the mortar and had her take pictures of me goofing off, trying to be funny.  It didn’t take long for her to warm up to me (she’s the one seated).

With travel, not only are your own preconceptions about other cultures shattered, you get to correct what others think about your own culture as well!

Two local women crack up while preparing casava in a small village above Lake Malawi.

Two local women crack up while preparing casava in a small village above Lake Malawi.

Malawians   Leave a comment

Mmm gooood! A greater bush baby in Malawi’s Vwaza Marsh Reserve samples some sap.

A couple village kids along Lake Malawi’s coast only accessible by boat.

            Before leaving aside Malawi and moving on to Zambia, I need to give a shout out to the people of Malawi.  Poor they are, as a rule, and with a corrupt government, but they are by far the nicest people I met in my recent travels to Africa.  I met some real characters, including this greater bush baby, one of a pair who played and snacked (and wailed like babies) in the tree I camped under in Vwaza Marsh Reserve.  The people I met along Lake Malawi puts to mind what the Caribbean must have been like before the resorts and yachts came calling.  The two boys at right were present at the lively soccer game we played on the beach nearby.  Malawi is a warm place, and as I mentioned above has a definite hippie/caribe vibe.  The fellow below is a woodcarver I met at Chitimba along the northern shore of Lake Malawi.  Before you draw conclusions about him, realize that every morning when Iwas camped on the nearby beach, as the sun was rising, I heard him chopping away, cutting the large pieces of wood he turned into art.  He is one industrious stoner.  Unfortunately for him, all his best salesmanship couldn’t get me to buy a woodcarving that would take up half the space in my luggage.  Please realize this image is able to be licensed for use at my website (clicking on it will take you there), so please don’t use it.  Any images you click on that don’t take you to my site you are free to use for personal use.

A woodcarver at Lake Malawi relaxes with his drum & a smoke.


Malawians share much culture with Zambians directly to the west.  They are very different from Tanzanians (much warmer) to the north and even separate from Mozambiquans to the west.  In fact, if you pick up words in Zambia’s main tribal languages, you are very likely to be understood in Malawi.  In fact, if Zambia had an enormous, warm blue lake taking up half the country like Malawi, I think they would be as charming instead of almost as charming as Malawians.  The lake defines the country, and very well I might add.

In the image below, I was walking the steep road from the lakeside at Chitimba up to Livingstonia when I ran into some villagers.  I got the younger woman in the background to show me around for a couple dollars, and she took me down to a gorgeous waterfall (where I took a much-needed natural shower).  Then we met the woman who is seated in the picture.  She was pounding casava, and at first said no to pictures.  I asked her why, and offered to give her a wallet-sized print (I carry a pocket-sized printer).  She came around, but not before telling me that she was afraid I would show the pictures when I got home, making fun at all the “monkeys” in Africa.  I couldn’t believe it.  I explained that most of us are better people than that.  I tried my hand with the large pestle, and they couldn’t stop laughing, since they NEVER see men pounding casava.  I told them they would need to work at changing that, and they looked at me like I was crazy.

Hard-working Malawian women prepare casava in a northern Malawi village. They’re laughing because I am asking why I don’t see men doing this.

Livingstonia is one of Africa’s oldest mission towns, and is named for David Livingstone, the famous Scottish explorer.  To avoid rushing, it is an overnight walk, and I recommend just staying at Mushroom Farm, perched on the edge of forever with the lake far below.  It is geared toward camping but has simple huts as well.  It is quite basic, and has a hippie flair, with friendly young people running it.  You can also get a taxi up, or drive if you have your own 4×4.  It’s cooler up there, being on the edge of the Nyika Plateau (see previous post).

Moonlit Lake Malawi on a warm evening.

These two girls were happy to pose for me, but then they insisted on grabbing a shot of the photographer (but no way I post that, I’m still sensitive about losing my youthful looks)

Malawians are fun and friendly, and unlike so many “friendly” people around the world, they don’t first think of how they can sell you something, or otherwise separate you from your cash.  For example, while walking along a rural road, I was stopped several times by locals who simply wanted to chat for a few minutes.  This never happens in America believe me.  I at first thought it was because I was white, but then I started noticing this happening between the locals as well.

















The image below was captured at Mayoka Village, a nice place popular with backpackers that is right on Lake Malawi at Nkhata Bay.  The staff were a happy bunch, and one night we had a pizza party.  While the tourists partied in the bar above, I stayed below with staff, steps from the warm waters of the lake, as they had a ball making pizza and playing with the camera.  I learned how to play bow, the game you see everyone playing with small stones and a wooden board of small depressions.  Sometimes it’s best to avoid your fellow travelers I’ve found, since almost all of them will naturally avoid contact with locals, no matter how much they claim otherwise.

A Malawi-style pizza party in Nkhata Bay, along the shores of beautiful Lake Malawi.


The day before I left Malawi, I stayed at a pension-style place in Mzuzu, and this lovely young woman, a friend of the owner, was there.  I asked to take her picture, and she grew shy and uncertain.  But then after I shot a few, she began to open up, and that’s putting it mildly.  She became a fashion model before my eyes, and we moved into the garden as she assumed many stylish poses, constantly flashing that huge Malawi smile.  I felt fortunate to have made the spur of the moment decision to come here (it was not in the original plan), and realized I would miss it dearly.  If you are planning to go to Zambia, or another nearby country, do not miss the opportunity.  Stay and play by the lake, go up on the Nyika, and enjoy the genuine warmth of Malawians.

Yet another smiling Malawian, in a garden at Mzuzu in northern Malawi.

The Nyika   Leave a comment

Africa’s “big sky country”, the Nyika Plateau in northern Malawi, and a roan antelope enjoys the view.

Most of us have blatantly stereotyped images of Africa implanted in our heads well before we ever get to see it first hand.  Mine were gained during many hours spent in my youth on rainy Saturday afternoons watching Tarzan movies.  Then there are the nature channel documentaries, which feature dry and dull bush, the low plains of East Africa, or again, thick jungle.  So between Hollywood, TV and the news, it’s easy to have a downright cartoonish view of the “dark” continent.  Many of us even think Africa is  brimming with large masses of starving people packed into sprawling slums.  Even if we aren’t willing to admit our biases, they are surely there. I could spend pages describing how Africa departs from the cliches we are fed from childhood.  But I’ll cover just one special place here.  That’s because this place is so unique within Africa that it seems to, on its own, debunk every stereotype.  The place is the enormous Nyika Plateau in northern Malawi.  I was intrigued when I first read of it.  Often just called “The Nyika”, it lies in a fairly remote region, accessible via roads that are only moderately horrible (by African standards) from the large town of Mzuzu in northern Malawi.   It would be completely treeless if the British had not planted tree plantations during colonial times, but those cover only a tiny fraction, and so it remains a pristine, high, rolling expanse of grassland, averaging over 2100 meters (7000 feet) By this point in my trip, I was starting to scrimp and budget, so I did not rent a 4×4 for the trip.  Renting a 4×4 in Africa is expensive, ranging from $150 for a very basic vehicle, up to $300 or more for a quality rig fully equipped for camping.  So I took public transport.  In remote areas of Africa this means hopping in the back of an open truck (called a matola), perched atop baggage of all description, hanging on for dear life as the truck careens and bounces for hours along truly bad roads.  During the fuel shortage that Malawi was then experiencing, I also had the privilege of being tightly jammed with 37 other suffering souls, with nary another white face in the crowd.   It took 8 or 9 hours to make it from Mzuzu to my lodge on the Nyika.

A truck taxi, or matola, plies the roads of Malawi in Africa. The truck I took to the Nyika was quite a bit bigger but no less crowded than this one.

During that time I was beaten mercilessly.  But not by my fellow passengers (they were typically shy, curious and ultimately friendly); I was beaten by the elements and the road.  First there was the hot African sun.  At one point a young village girl came to the side of the truck balancing a huge tub of sparkling, cold water on her head.  This was the one time I threw caution to the wind and drank untreated water.  Boy was it GOOD.  Back on the road, it wasn’t long before my back was screaming at me to stop the madness as my body was thrown up a few feet in the air on every big bump, slamming back down hard, usually on someone else’s knee.  And to make things even more interesting, the driver was drinking rather heavily, endless small packets of hard alcohol that you can buy in Africa.  They look exactly like an adult version of Capri Sun.  We were so overloaded that every time we had a decent-sized hill to climb, everyone had to get out and walk while the truck lumbered up the incline. Then after climbing a couple thousand feet we were  hit by a sudden cold rainstorm.  After this drenching, we topped out at nearly 7000 feet and I had to bid my fellow cattle (I mean travelers – you only feel like cattle rolling around an open truck) goodbye as we reached the turnoff for Chelinda.  I got a ride in a much smaller truck for the final miles.  Still wet, we were now traveling much faster, and the cold mountain air made me numb.   My self-pity evaporated when we rounded a curve and the low slanting sunlight fell full on the stately figures of two large male roan antelope.  They seemed to pose briefly in the golden light not more than 15 meters (yards) away, but I was so cold I couldn’t get my camera pointed quickly enough. When I finally arrived at Chelinda Lodge, I was totally defeated.  I had thought of camping (there is a very nice campsite located in a scenic location nearby), but I needed a warm place, and I needed it right away.  My luck then started to turn.  I was given a room with a fireplace, all set up with wood and ready to light.  After getting a blaze going and showering, I went to the restaurant to eat a scrumptious dinner, again before a roaring fire.  I felt like I was in Montana, not Africa.   The lodge here is the only one on the Nyika Plateau, and is now run by the large safari operator Wilderness Safaris.  I don’t like going with these big companies, and I had my issues with this stay (they tried to overcharge me), but it’s the only game in town on the Nyika, so I didn’t have much choice.  They do have excellent guides working for them, and my welcome was a fine, warm one. My few days up here were spent walking the hills looking for antelope and zebra, and I was rewarded with plenty of sightings.  I also took a couple of game drives, and got closer to the animals, including baby zebras, the majestic roan antelope, and the largest antelope, the eland.  There are leopard but I did not see any.  I also rented a mountain bike and went zipping along the dirt roads, stopping frequently to bask in the sun.  It was a pleasure to do this since so often in Africa if the sun is out, it’s much too intense and hot to enjoy basking in it, unless you’re part lizard.  Also, many other National Parks in Africa are too dangerous for this kind of liberating solo foray (because of wildlife).  It is very easy to feel as if you are in the western U.S. or in the open country of western Ireland or Scotland.  That is until you spot a herd of zebra, or a big roan antelope posing against the skyline. The air is crystal clear on the Nyika, and the starry nights can get downright chilly.  I can promise, however, that you will revel in it, especially after being in the heat of the lowlands.  African animals such as elephant are found on the west side of the plateau, along the Zambian border, and at the Vwaza Marsh, not too far back down the hill.  Vwaza, in fact, is seeing most everything except for lion coming back after years of heavy poaching.  It won’t be long before both Vwaza and the Nyika are populated with animals migrating across from the Luangwa ecosystem in Zambia, that is if poaching is kept under control (a big if). There is a very worthwhile option on the Nyika that I did not undertake, because of time restrictions (I wanted to swim in Lake Malawi one more time!).  That is hiking from Chelinda Lodge eastward across the plateau to the old mission town of Livingstonia, overlooking the lake.  It’s best to take a guide to avoid getting lost, or have a good map and gps.   When I visited Livingstonia later on, I spoke to a couple who were just finishing the 3-day trek, and they went on and on about it.  Yet another option is horse-back riding.  It was not set up yet when I visited, but Wilderness plans to soon have their guests yelling gidyap! I highly recommend both the Nyika Plateau and Vwaza Marsh.  You will see plenty of animals, perhaps not in the abundance of Kruger and South Luangwa, but with very few other visitors.  I was the only tourist at Vwaza Marsh, for example.  Most important, you will go a long way toward ridding yourself of the silly media-inspired stereotypes of Africa.  If you have your own vehicle with camping gear, use the Chelinda Campsite.  If you come without a vehicle, arrange in Mzuzu for a ride up, or go on a group trip from Lilongwe, the capital.  If you are a glutton for punishment, and you’re bound and determined to meet as many locals as you possibly can, and (it must be admitted) if you’re cheap like me, go to the market in Mzuzu and ask around for the truck that passes over the Nyika.  And be prepared for the ride of your life!

Thatched-roof houses in northern Malawi at the edge of the Nyika Plateau, with a stunning view of Lake Malawi far below.

Lake Malawi   Leave a comment

Malawian fishermen ply the coastal waters of the enormous and beautiful Lake Malawi in Africa.

Oh Malawi, how I love thee.  I traveled to Africa recently, and these are some highlights.  Zambia was on the schedule, but after only a week there, I took a left turn and caught a taxi from Chipata, the gateway town for South Luangwa National Park to the Malawian border, crossed on foot, then took a taxi/bus to Lilongwe, the capital.  I planned to come back to Zambia on my way back west.  Malawi lies at the southern end of the Great Rift Valley, sort of a transition country between Southern and Eastern Africa.  It is dominated by one of Africa’s great lakes, in this case Lake Malawi (also called Nyassa), an incredibly clean, pristine, undeveloped, beautiful blue lake.

Malawi was one of two countries I visited that were not in the original plan, but the Lonely Planet guidebook I had covered the country along with Zambia.  I can highly recommend that guidebook (Zambia & Malawi by Lonely Planet).  So I was somewhat prepared.  But Malawi is the poorest country I visited, and that is noticeable right away.  What I didn’t realize was that Malawians are basically the same people (tribally speaking) as Zambians, and speak a similar language to those in eastern Zambia.  They are also as friendly or more so than Zambians.  These were the friendliest, happiest people I met in Africa.  Add to that it was the cheapest country to visit in the greater southern Africa region, and you have a top-notch “adventure” (hate that word) travel destination.

After the capital, I moved on to Lake Malawi, traveling to Nkhata Bay on a long, tortuously crowded bus ride.  A fuel shortage was affecting the country at the time of my visit, and boy did it affect travel.  After about 12 hours on the bus, I finally got there and was met by a driver from the lodge I stayed at.  By the way, bring a tri-band cell phone if you go to Africa, the type that take SIM cards.  Then, when you enter a country (even at the border), you can buy a SIM card and charge it up with time.  For example, I was able to call several lodges while I was “enjoying” the bus ride and set up a pickup.  I REALLY needed that pickup.

The Mayoka Village in Nkhata Bay is a backpacker lodge right on the lake.  I got a thatch-roofed room with a beautiful bed and a little deck overlooking the lake, all for about $12/night!  Within an hour of getting off that bus, I was swimming in the moonlight, the water perfect, my room steps away.  Then I visited their lively bar for dinner and conversation, again overlooking the moonlit lake.  It was one of those travel experiences you can only get in third world countries: extremely tiring, frustrating travel followed by landing in the lap of perfection!

I spent four lovely days at Nkhata Bay.  I took walks along country roads, visiting with friendly villagers, shopped the fresh market in town, swam, took boat rides (free!) to nice beaches where we played soccer with locals, hiked along the rocky, beautiful coast (again laughing with locals), snorkeled, ate, drank, and enjoyed perfect summer-type weather.  The lake is one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.  It is so clean you can drink from it with only a little risk, it is very large, with the far shore of Mozambique not even visible in some areas.  Importantly, it has no real population of hippos or crocodiles.  This makes swimming safe, unlike most places in Africa.  Instead, it has a large number of small, colorful fish called Cichlids.  These look exactly like aquarium fish because that’s what they are.  This is the source for many aquarium fish sold worldwide.  The snorkeling is excellent.

The image below was taken during one of the free boat rides so graciously provided by one of the guides based at Mayoka Village.  A blonde guy from South Africa who looked like he could be straight out of California’s surfing culture, he is a real character, with a surprising number of great stories for someone so young.  He took us out in order to promote his guiding business, trying to put out the good word on the backpacker grapevine.  There are African fish eagles nesting along the shore which are routinely fed by some boatmen.  They pierce a small fish with a floating stick, hold it up and whistle to the bird, then throw the stick in the water for the eagle to come swooping in to take it (image below).  This is the only time I got very close to fish eagles, and I didn’t waste the opportunity.  I had my point and shoot because we were going to be in the water, wading to shore, swimming, etc.  My DSLR would have gotten a higher quality picture, but the Canon S95 (which shoots RAW) did a pretty decent job on the eagle.

I can’t recommend Malawi highly enough.  And the Lake is a must-see.  The north part of the lake, from Nkhata Bay northwards, is less developed in general, but the whole area is pristine and relatively undeveloped for tourism.  For example, you can take a light backpack and hike along the coast, village to village, camping near each village or staying with locals, and just soaking up a simpler way of life, not a roadway in sight.  In fact, one of these trails starts at Nkhata Bay and enables a 3-4 day walk north, coming back via ferry (if you time it right), hiring a boat, or simply retracing your steps.  Another great thing to do if you have time is to hop aboard the weekly ferry over to Likoma Island, where life gets even slower and simpler.  With more money and less time you can also take a charter plane to Likoma, which makes sense if you have several people to share the cost.

Away from the Lake, there are other sights like the Nyika Plateau.  That I’ll save for another post.  I now have this dream, where I build an off-grid solar/geothermal house along Lake Malawi, pumping water directly from the lake through a simple filtration system, just enjoying life away from smart phones and traffic.  Food you can always get in Africa, but for water and electricity it’s best to be self-sufficient.  This is especially true in a country like Malawi.  But you could not choose a cheaper, more lovely place along the water to retire.

An African fish eagle swoops low over the pristine, blue waters of Lake Malawi.

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