The way to
Mangochsi is just beautiful, going through what is the end of Rift Valley and
the boarder to Mozambique and then down to the lake. On the way you see people
walking on the road, bikes everywhere, dogs, goats, cows, etc.
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Road to Mangochi |
Early next
morning when waking up the door was knocking. Someone said; “Give me my
bucket”, in a harsh tone. I thought, how could they knock on my door at this hour? I didn’t understand what she wanted but I
opened anyway and she went in, took a bucket and left. Five minutes later it
knocked again. Now I felt a bit irritated. “Why are they leaving things in the
room that they need?”, I thought. Another girl was now going in again with the
bucket and then she left. Then I realized they had brought me hot water so I
could shower.
When
ordering breakfast I asked what they had. Cornflakes (no milk), sausage, bread,
egg, omelette, chips (pommes frites). I asked for omelette and chips, no cornflakes, no bread,
no sausage. I got everything anyway. I obviously have a communication problem
when not speaking the local language Chichewa or Yao as they speak in this part
of the country.
The whole
day I spent in our district offices with the finance and admin staff and also
the rest of the staff. The issues raised were reporting, budgeting, activity
planning, challenges with laptops not working properly, too low “airtime”
(telefon card), petty cash, not functioning accounting system and many other issues.
For lunch
we went to the best local food place in town. It was hidden behind a house so
you had to know it existed to go there. We had chicken, beans, vegetables and nsima. Nisma is the staple food
here and is made of ground maize flour and water. The food was just excellent and until now my stomach hasn’t
complained.
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Aunt Marys restaurant |
After work
we went to see the lake. It was a beautiful place and the sun was just setting.
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Nkopola |