Malawi: A feminist in Malawi
The drive into Nkhata Bay and discoveries hereafter:
My first sights of Africa were exactly as I had seen in the photos, yet that only made the experience more surreal. Winding dirt roads and women shrouded in vibrancy, balancing baskets or buckets on their heads. Children topless and running to wave at us or men walking along the dust path, boxed into suits in the blistering sun. The tarmac had crumbled at the edges, immediately met by the earth. No paths, just road - the cusp between bitten and irregular - an obstacle for the bikes forced to the edges.