The mushroom farm
There is a little bit of heaven found on the steep ascent between Chitimba and Livingstonia in the form of a place called the Mushroom Farm. Owned by an Australian named Mick and currently being run by an Irish girl named Darlene, it is a simple place with a stunning view of the Rift Valley escarpment running into Lake Malawi (aka Lake Nyasa). We stayed here for two nights and visited Livingstonia up the hill, named after David Livingstone (wiki that for an earful on Malawi's history). I played some soccer with the students on the hill and Andrea and I had a great time giving a pen to a girl who asked for one. That's all she said, "I am going to school, but I do not have a pen." Who couldn't give a pen to someone. Not money, not food, just a pen. We visited some beautiful waterfalls which I thoroughly enjoyed. We had church by ourselves overlooking God's beautiful land, and took off for a massive hike down the hill. We ended up at the bottom quite sweaty but greatly appreciated the physical exertion. We were met by these boys at the bottom as we waited for a ride to Mzuzu. We ended up flagging a Range Rover with some human rights workers and squished ourselves in the back only to find ourselves at a party with them just down the road for about a half hour before we started again. It was a fraction of the price of the bus and the beer they gave us was free. I don't think it gets any better. We stayed in the Mzuzu Zoo that night and met up with some other travelers. We watched the "Last King of Scotland" and it was crazy to watch after having traveled that terrain (Not Uganda but a similar East Africa) for the last two weeks. On to Lilongwe.
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