Nkhata Bay on the way.
Sounds too good to be missed as I wait for a cheese and tomato sandwich which cannot be toasted for lack of electricity. Not sure how they're doing the coffee? No such thing as fast food here, everything happens on African slow motion. Here in Mzuzu the town is busy with some cars, taxi cycles and pedestrians.
Can feel the tummy cramps marching on again so will have to whip next door to the chemist and get some pain pills which eventually calm things down again. In two minds about what's been causing the intermittent lower abdominal pain persevering. Maybe it is the doxycycline and I have decided to take a break from it to see what happens. The pharmacist was very patient and most helpful. He has organised some Malaria treatment for me which I will carry so that if i suspect M, I can take that.
Had a fruit full day here what with the chemist as well as arranging for some car tyre sandals to me made. I traded in my very thin soled shoes and paid just over £1 for the sandals. Then I arranged for two new tyres, an inner tube, a new spoke, and some additional rubber for my handlebars. All this fitted for £7, again trading in the old original Raleigh tyres that had been puncturing all too often. New tyres are Nylon from India.
Been camped at Joy's place for second night and will move in down the 3000 feet to the lake at Nkhata Bay in the morning.
Twice dropped in at the superstore Shoprite for a dose of West. All things refrigerated and a good bakery makes it hard to resist. Guzzled a sausage roll, large bottle of beer and an apple pie (one left for later) at around 4pm this afternoon. Pure paradise.
The journey here from the Mushroom resort in Livingstonia through the hills over the gravel rd was spectacular, often slow going steep up and down with the best but, the last 10 or so km downhill to meet again wth the M1 main rd.
It is really wonderful being away from the beaten track. Though here in the north of Malawi, the beaten track is very quiet anyway, there is still a bug difference between the hill communities and those along main roads. Its the mountain folks versus the road folks, or proper rural compared to plastic rural if you know what I mean hopefully. More peaceful and neater by far, proper Africa as I like to think. More in tune with their environment and not consumerised at least outwardly, and surely so in whole.
Gonna get some grub and a drink so until next time.
S.