Malawi Day 05: Luwawa to Livingstonia

The best porridge ever, with a topping of thick dark local honey and a big blob of butter on top and I mean Butter, not the woosy New Zealand stuff - this had just come out of the butter urn.
Farewell to Luwawa. The road north goes all the way to Tanzania and carries all the good stuff: diesel, tobacco, marijauna and illegal immigrants. Some sections are new and smooth. Mostly very much not.

Our driver spotted a fuel station with diesel so elected to top up. The toilet was clean but lacked a seat or cistern lid. The light switch had been pulled off the wall. The reprieve was the person allocated to hand fill the cistern by bucket as water no longer flowed in the pipes.
It was a long drive but there was always something to look at. Three adults on a motorcycle - the suited man at the back plaiting the hair of the woman in the middle. The back of a removal truck with no tail gate and a number of feet sticking out the back.
We passed the site where the late vice president’s plane mysteriously dropped out of the sky.
But we made it to Mushroom Farm, perched on the top of the escarpment, looking over Lake Malawi across to Tanzania.
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