No road to Makonde

I try my best to get a glimpse on lake Nyassa. From top of the Livingstone mountain ridge the lake opens in front of me. Or, at least the misty sky reaches farther down than expected and blends neatly into the water, forming an infinite horizon. That must be it!

Unfortunately, my attempt to drive down the incredibly steep slopes is boycotted by roadworks 🤷‍♂️.

During the last days I noticed that people are different in this area. They are skeptical, don't approach me, don't try to talk to me. In one village after lunch an executive officer appears and asks me for my
purpose of coming here. "Hmm, tourist? No purpose?" She isn't able to understand that I found myself in this place just out of intrinsic motivation. I should have registered in the district office an hour drive away from here. And I should have brought documents and permissions for moving around here. What the heck?Read more