Alive and well in Harare

The trip between Blantyre and Harare. What a ride. There's a nice story behind it as well. We asked at least 5 people the company, location, time and cost for the bus ride and they all said Zupco, in the station, 7:00 AM every morning and 3000 Malawi Kwacha (around $20). We woke up on the 18th, also our 3rd wedding anniversary, quite ready to take the Zupco bus. Walking out of Doogle's and down the dirt road we saw Munorurama, the bus line we initially inquired at but was told wouldn't run, with a sign saying that it was heading to Harare. It parked on the side of the road as we came up with all our stuff and we pleasantly discovered that the Zupco (an inferior company and less comfortable ride) cancelled the trip for Tuesday and that Munorurama had suddenly decided to go to Harare instead of Johannesburg. We hopped on, grabbed our favourite seats near the front, and we were off. Same price at the same time, but on a much more comfortable bus and at much higher speeds. Thank God. Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight. And the path had a few turns in the road on the way, but metaphorically, it was straight and fast.
Here are Andrea's recent reflections on Africa;
Africa is crammed with heaven. And every common bush, and minibus a fire with God. But only she who sees takes off her shoes. The rest sit around and worry about their wallets.
Well, our feet are dirty, and although I've instinctively brought my right hand to my back pocket a few too many times this trip, I feel like we've learned something truly beautiful on this trip, something we'll never forget or forfeit for cheaper things. And tomorrow morning, we go home. We'll see you all soon enough.

Michael (Andrea is playing Dutch Blitz in the next room and is doing quite well)

Hah.