Good bye Malawi - this is not a farewell
Lilongwe International Airport, 2pm. The sky is cooking rain again. But, as usual before the storm, everything is so still. So I am. I have been so in denial that the trip was coming to an end that I have not fully realised where I am and what I am doing here. I can't think what I need to do. I can't find anything in my bag. I can't find the gate. I message Chrispin saying 'there is no gateeee?!'. He responds promptly: 'We have only one gate 😂😂'. Of course you do... Everything here moves so slowly. The frustration of the first few days in Malawi has dissolved and I now feel cuddled by the slow rhythm of Malawian life which, despite the challenges, flows undisturbed. I am sad - I think? In reality, I don't know how I feel. I have been completely wiped out during this trip. The long car journeys, the dust, the chicken chicken chicken and more chicken diet have taken their toll, especially when coupled with the unpleasantness of getting a flu ...
