{"id":1460,"date":"2010-05-20T13:31:43","date_gmt":"2010-05-20T17:31:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/transworldexpedition.com\/?p=1460"},"modified":"2010-06-06T10:33:08","modified_gmt":"2010-06-06T14:33:08","slug":"who-needs-a-road","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/transworldexpedition.com\/?p=1460","title":{"rendered":"Who needs a road?"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Eventually<\/a>
Eventually seeing real Africa, as I am going through villages on dirt tracks.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Shortly after I wrote my last post, and before I left Gorongosa, I had dinner with South African travelers. In a magazine, they showed me an article relating the attempt of an expedition to trace back the last trip of Mary Livingston. Two days later, they would try to follow this route as well, leading into Malawi. This was only possible using a barge to cross the Shire River, since the bridge in Vila de Sena was not operational anymore. On the spot, I decided to change my route and make a run for Malawi. I was ready for a change in landscape, tired of the flat country of Mozambique. The following morning, I exited the park, and went east.<\/p>\n

\"B_dirt_road_car\"<\/a>
Beginning a long trip on dirt roads<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Few hours later, I crossed the Zambeze River, and after few miles, left the main road and began to work my way on a dirt track. I didn’t suspect I would follow such track for the next 24 hours. The day was cloudy and dark, and rain was falling since noon. It took me three hours to do the 140-miles (224 km) to reach the vicinity of Mutarara.<\/p>\n

\"Getting<\/a>
Getting some company as I leave the main road to work my way to the border<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

There, around 4:30 p.m., I learned that due to heavy rains, there was no boat crossing the Shire. I had no choice but to backtrack. And quickly, as night would come fast. Indeed, it was pitch black when I got to Morrumbala, a town I crossed 60 miles back on the dirt road. I was shared between staying there for the night or going back to the main road, and probably driving all night long since there was no accommodation around. Staying would have been great, but where? As I was roaming the street of town, I spotted a building with the European Union flag. It was the office of an electric company for the region, getting grants from Europe. Under the rain, they opened the gate, and allowed me to stay for the night. I was done with another long day of driving during which I have been afraid every minute to discover the road under water.<\/p>\n

\"Resuming<\/a>
Resuming the trip in the morning<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

With the staff of the NGO, we looked at military maps they owned, and one of them explained to me which route I should follow to reach the border with Malawi. I was to reach Derre, then Macatanja, Liciro and finally Milange, the border town. It would take me 6-hours if the road was not muddy or submerged. I decided to give it a try the following day. Luckily, there was fuel in Morrumbala, and I could get enough to go and backtrack if something went wrong.<\/p>\n

\"As<\/a>
As long as the river is under the bridge, I am good to go.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I left very early in the morning, got a full tank of gas, and went east. The road is all right, despite the fact that it rained all night. After few hours of driving, I took a larger dirt road north, and as expected, 6-hours after departure I arrived in Milange.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>
The dirt road gets wider as I approach the border with Malawi.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The border crossing is easy and doesn’t cost me anything. I now have only one blank page in my passport, enough to get the Tanzanian visa, get to Dar Es Salaam and obtain an emergency passport. As soon as I am on the Malawi side, I am welcomed by tar roads.<\/p>\n

\"I<\/a>
I am glad to be back on paved roads<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Along the way, I see a lot of people working in the fields, picking leaves. At first I am not sure what it is, but soon enough, I realize this is tea.<\/p>\n

\"Tea<\/a>
Tea country<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I get to Blantyre where I go in a supermarket, the first I see since South Africa. I get plenty of groceries, and leave the city immediately after, just taking the time to get some cash at an ATM. I am not sure what the exchange rate is, but I take 20,000 at the machine, the maximum suggested amount.\u00a0 I go north, and when I reach Zomba, it is dark. It is also cold, and I am now surrounded by forest at 1,400 meters high. I set up the tent, fix dinner, and go to sleep.<\/p>\n

\"Trout<\/a>
Trout farm campsite<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The campsite I found is located in a trout farm (R600, still not sure what it is in US$). In the morning, I take a walk in the forest and take a hot shower. This is strange as in South and Central America it is difficult to find hot showers even in hostels, but here in Africa, you find it in the most unexpected places. Usually, there\u00eds a permanent fire under a water tank which provide the needed water through the day.<\/p>\n

\"Deep<\/a>
Deep forest on the Zomba Plateau<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

At 10 a.m. I am gone, and driving toward the Lake Nyassa, also called Lake Malawi. The lake stretch 500-km down the eastern border of the country.<\/p>\n

\"Crossing<\/a>
Crossing the forest and reaching lower altitudes<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I reach the lake at Senga Bay, east of Salima, after another day of driving and a delay caused by an error in a map. There are no signs to be found, so you are never entirely sure of which road you are taking.<\/p>\n

\"A<\/a>
A beautiful mountainous landscape characterize Malawi<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Inhabitants smile all the time and are helpful, but a bit pushier than in Mozambique. They speak English which is easier for me to deal with than Portuguese. Tourism seems more developed here.<\/p>\n

\"Village<\/a>
Village in the mountain as I get closer to the Lake Nyassa<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

In Senga Bay, I find a camping on the border of the lake, and relax on the small sandy beach. In the next days, I will be following the water until I reach the Tanzanian border.<\/p>\n

\"Lake<\/a>
Lake Nyassa, also known as Lake Malawi<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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