The ride North from Nkhotakota took me into the Malawian Highlands , with the deep , deep blue lake on my right and to my left these tropical lands with mountains , valleys and forests , the road mimicking the shoreline . The road sweeping me along leaning left then right with this lush land cocooning me , the light between the trees winking at Vic and I as we popped in and out of tunnels of trees.
It reminded me so of the garden route back home , just a great road for scootering . On the way up I wanted to go and meet Vincent’s family who live on the lake in a very unspoilt rural part of Northern Malawi just past Chintheche.
Off road trying to track down Kawiya , Vincent’s mom
Still finding Kawiya
After about an hour and a bit with arms pointing left and right passing the same tree and church for the third time , I thought I would never find Kawiya .
Kawiya , Kawiya please answer my call.
By this time I had met half of rural Chintheche and was the sole attraction , I came across a family working the land and somebody who was fluent in english so I asked again if anyone knew Vincent’s mother Oh came the chorus Mrs Kawiya , apparently there is a place called Kawiya , a man called Kawiya but only one Mrs Kawiya , next thing a random chap jumped on the scooter with the skill of a seasoned hurdler pointing me straight ahead and so down foot path after foot path we rode to finally finding Kawiya.
Kawiya found
I spent a couple of hours exploring the lake and chatting to a couple of fisherman , enjoying the surroundings before taking the road up to Nkhata Bay .
Simon prepping his nets
Bike gear not very fashionable along the lake.
The road I spoke about is best described through the eye of the Nikon , enjoy the road with Vic and I.
Vast deep blue
Mountains to the left
Beautiful rubber plantations
The winking forest
Mayoka’s swimming pool
I think I might spend a bit of time here before I take on the road up to Tanzania and another border crossing to a new and different African story . A true beauty lies in the North .
Mayoka Village for my over night . I found it with the accomodation hanging on to the cliffs for dear life , I am staying in a wonderful chalet with views of the lake from every window , door and the shower , perched high up on the rocks.
Don’t drink and walk.
Until we meet again
