How Malawi Saved My Life - True Story - Part 1

It did not all begin here, of course not, but it made what came afterward so much easier to Love...

This is not a Eat Pray Love Tale, or wait, perhaps it is...

Eat what you can find that looks respectable and has no more than four legs. 

Pray that where you think the bus is going and where the bus is really going will be one in the same place.

Love every single moment, every single hour and every single second of where you are, supposedly on a bus,  you might be there for a while...

We started our Journey to Monkey Bay from Lilongwe on a bus. A local bus, definitely not the first choice of transport that most tourist would choose, but I suggest you do.

At first I was reluctant, even after traveling all over Africa for 5 years.  I haven't done this before, so lets go!! I had good conversations, strange but very convenient one stop shops, got my hair done, shared smiles and learnt more than just a bit, all in one bus trip. 

Below Part I of my trip in Malawi, my experience, and my tears of absolute 'ambedo.

Thank you to the people on the bus that allowed me to include them in my shots with a friendly nod of their heads or a smile. 


n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—briefly soaking in the experience of being alive, an act that is done purely for its own sake. - thoughtcatalog