And I am absolutely amazed how fast the time is moving. I was stressing and fussing and getting ready to go, then I went, I've traveled to Africa. I came back and even though I've seemingly picked up my life where I've left it, it's not the same. I am still processing what I saw and witnessed, what I've experienced, what I've figured out and what I still haven't, and what I may never figure out anyway. My emotions are heightened and "all over the map" and I am far from feeling any kind of balance. One may say I am still on the journey, but now I am ready to share some of my pictures with you, that may be a part of it.
My first stop in Malawi - Lilingwe, the capital city.
Camp Mabuya is a very popular tourist stop on the outskirts of town with lots of young whites coming through any time of year: travelers, missionaries, volunteers etc.
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| My accommodations at Camp Mabuya | |
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| My room inside. |
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| The regular evening companions |
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| Surroundings |
My first walk to the city center -about two km.
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| Suburban street, pretty typical |
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| Closer to the city, traffic on the bridge. |
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| Local market |
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| Street vendors |
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| Mosque |
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| City street scene |
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| Shopping centre |
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| Bank and the green tower -my orientation point |
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| Way back home before dark | | |
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The next day, James from
Building Malawi took me around and showed me this little nursery where babies, who had other ways no chance of survival, stayed and were looked after until about the age of two.
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| Ministry of Hope Crisis Nursery |
Going through the city I took this picture of a beautiful woman going to the market. Through James, I asked permission to take her picture, she was not too agreeable thinking that I will make a lot of money on her photo and she won't get any of it, but by the time James translated to me her long speech, I have already snapped, not wanting her to move away.
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| Woman on her way to the market |
