There are so many times when driving through Africa on public transport that you fly past things you would love to stop and take a photo of but can’t. The drive to Nkhotakota had some real treasures. The men sprinting out of the rubber plantations trying to sell human head sized rubber balls which they bounced at the car. The signs for Tom and Jelly Daycare, and a Prumbing Speciarist (Malawians often mix-up their R’s and L’s). The world’s worst Rambo painting on a DVD shop, and the world’s best Randy Rhoads shirt. Even the ‘Kanye River’, which I would have really quite liked to have sullied. The road to Nkhotakota was yet another interesting journey to yet another special place in Malawi.
Whilst staying by the lake in Chitimba we had planned to make the trip up to the old Scottish mission town of Livingstonia in the hills above. We considered leaving our packs at the base and maybe spending just one night up there. After hearing several rave reviews from fellow travelers on their way down, we were also told by a friendly South African couple “Take your packs and go to Mushroom Farm… It’s a special place, you won’t want to leave.” Here we are a full seven nights later, very reluctantly leaving the most relaxing place in Africa…
Rwanda is not a country many people know too much about. Infamous world wide for it’s somewhat recent genocide, and famous as home to some of the last wild mountain gorillas on Earth. Most couldn’t tell you much more, but as always I had one burning question… “What kind of beer do they drink?” Armed with a fistful of Francs and a thirst, I decided to find out.
Statistically, Ugandans are one of the heaviest drinking African nations. If you’ve ever tasted Ugandan Waragi from a plastic sachet, or the interestingly named ‘Legitimate Whisky’, you would think they were mad. Thankfully they brew a drinkable beer… though I must say I’m always confused why I’m presented with the question “Would you like it cold?” every time I order one. “No thanks, I’ll have the one you left in the sun over there” said no one ever.
Now on my third visit (and dozens of faux pas later) I feel like I’m finally getting the hang of the culture here in Uganda. This is mainly due to having a plethora of patient Ugandans willing to answer my every query.