Three weeks in Lilongwe, with only brief visits outside of the city limits, can feel like quite a long time, especially when trying to settle in a new country with all the issues that brings. Luckily, many interesting and relaxing places are within an easy drive from the capital…
|A Dedza sunset|
…if you have a car, of course. Getting one has proved to be…how should I put it…problematic. Mainly because every car we have seen up to this point has had major problems which would double the cost of the vehicle in order to fix.
|An example from a Facebook group of a car for sale|
Friends have cars, however, so we joined a family who live on our compound and headed (direction) to the village of Dedza, mere kilometres away from the border with Mozambique. Well, one of the borders: Mozambique envelops much of Malawi.
Dedza is famous for its pottery. We camped at the pottery lodge, where they have many lovely and carefully crafted pieces for sale. They even take special requests; we’re converting the cup used in churches for the sacrament into pottery wine glasses! They said that orders will be completed within three weeks. This is Malawi, though – it will get done, but best not to put a date on it.
We used the pottery lodge as our camping ground, staying in a frankly ridiculously large tent on the Saturday night. Dedza is higher up than Lilongwe: colder, particularly when the sun has gone.
|Could easily sleep 12, that monster|
The lodge is situated within some bizarre natural features, one of which looked like a whale soaring out of the water a la Free Willy.
|Shamu decided to take his show global...|
We went on a lovely afternoon hike through some wildly changing flora – the contrast between the dusty bottom and almost lush greenery near the top was quite staggering. I’m sure it will be incredibly different when the rains start to fall later in the year.
|Walking through the dry countryside - I'm sure it will transform when the rain arrives|
|A vista of the Dedza hills|
We didn’t quite make it to the top of the highest hill but walked through some wonderful areas.
Upon our return, we spied a small, concrete building called ‘Stop-Over Bar’. Feeling thirsty and adventurous, we entered the small hole which constituted a door and ordered a few beers. That was before I spotted something I had read about but hadn’t seen anywhere in Malawi: Chipiku Shake-Shake.
|One of the smaller bars you'll see...|
Not your usual drink, this. It comes in a litre carton, for one. It has to be shaken before consumption, hence the name. The carton gets opened with a pair of (probably unsterilised) scissors and handed to the brave person who has ordered it.
|The innkeeper opening our...carton|
As you can see, it looks…horrendous.
|Looks more like a milkshake than a beer to me|
And as you can see, it tastes…even worse. I don’t think I’ve willingly drank something so foul. Acquired taste and then some.
I managed three small sips before handing it to a local man in the bar. He gulped down about half of the flimsy box before giving it to his wife. Who poured the awful liquid down her throat whilst holding her baby.
|A forced smile after suffering through a mouthful of Shake-Shake|
Whilst on our hike, we had passed close to a hamlet which was colourful with noise. We encountered them again, close-up, at Stopover. Throngs of children danced and leapt to the sound of drums as the crowd circled us. We also witnessed a large football game across the road. Everyone seemed very friendly and surprised to see a group of muzungu. This surprised me as the pottery lodge, about 200m down the road, is a popular visiting spot for expats.
|A variety of football kits were visible as we drove past|
The following morning, we took an eventful detour on our way back to Lilongwe to find some rock art at Mpunzhi. After bumping along a dusty track for what seemed an age, we eventually reached the end of the road at the foot of a large hill.
No one was around when we arrived so we started following what seemed to be a path. Three teenage boys quickly located us and tried to send us in a completely different direction. Unlike most people we have met up to this point in Malawi, they seemed standoff-ish but keen to assert their route upon us. Their lack of English and our lack of Chichewa led to an uncomfortable situation which eventually resulted in us returning to our car…where we found the local tour guide.
|Many paths, no idea of which one to follow...|
The guide, called Linton, took us to four of the eight sites. It transpires that the young boys were trying to send us through a shortcut up to the furthest, highest location of the rock art. The art on the rock faces, red from the soil, is up to 10,000 years old.
|Our guide, Linton, showed us different patterns they would draw|
Linton was very informative, highlighting different patterns and a ladder which suggested how they created such tall creations, such as the giraffe which is over five metres tall.
|This might give you an idea of how tall the giraffe is|
|A painting of a paw print, suggesting a time when lions roamed across the land|
We weren’t alone with our guide when being shown the ‘paintings’. A group of young boys and girls were enthusiastically following us around, chatting, smiling and throwing a ball made out of plastic bags.
|How to solve the world's plastic bag problem!|
The children were an absolute delight, in contrast to the shady behaviour of the boys we had met before.
|The dress was too big for this adorable little girl|
so she had to keep hitching it up
I get the feeling that a weekend out of the modern sprawl of Lilongwe will happen a lot during our time here. Dedza will definitely be one of the options.
Love you all