Sunday, January 18, 2015

2014 in review - Nkhotakota

Nkhotakota - sometimes known as the worlds largest village south of Sahara - is a quite lively place, a lot of things happen, but most of them go unnoticed anywhere else because of the lack of a news agency or coverage for the region. With this as a backdrop, you know that I have almost no official sources of information, and being an expat I don't even really understand what is going on most of the time. But these are minor challenges, I anyway think I will be able to wrap up the news of the year quite nicely.

Happy green new year 
The year 2014 started off nicely with plentiful and quite stable rain. Everything was nice and muddy, the grass was green, the trees were happy and the maize and rice was thriving in the fields. I arrived in January with my friend Sille, taking over for Eva and Thomas. For most people in Nkhotakota that didn't really matter, I guess they just thought that the white guys had changed their hairstyle.

Rice fields in Nkhotakota. 

Transport and road situation
With the rains came problems with the roads, especially on the stupid old bridge on the road between Salima and Nkhotakota. Most of the time it was closed and an substitute bridge was used instead, but to get to the substitute bride you sometimes had to drive through an incredible mudhole which was virtually impossible if you weren't travelling in a CV90 tank. That was good news for the local boys and young men, who worked as lifters to carry vehicles out of the mud every day and made a decent salary from that I guess. On days when the road between Nkhotakota and Salima was completely closed, the alternative was to drive through the Game Reserve towards Kasungu, on a mud road for about 40 km. In the start of 2014, work was being started to construct a new road on this stretch, but the funds were unfortunately withdrawn even before the work was really started up. As if this wasn't a challenging enough transport situation, the gas station in Nkhotakota has been out of diesel or petrol half of the time in 2014, so you had to be kind of lucky and smart to make your way out of Nkhotakota.

The last way to get to or from Nkhotakota is to take the "Ilala" ferry which travels up and down Lake Malawi dropping and picking passengers here and there. At the start of the year the saying was that the ferry wouldn't stop in Nkhotakota due to the destroyed dock (for which money is said to have been disbursed to repair at least two times, money disappeard each time). Later, it seemed the ferry was broken down, and it actually was. It came back in service, after more than six months in the dock, around October, but only for about two weeks before it broke down again. However, by the end of the year it seemed that it was running again and even stopping in Nkhotakota. I don't know if I would take it though...

Drugs, drugs, drugs
Even though the roads are not in the best conditions, they are the best way to transport large amounts of cannabis out of Nkhotakota. Nkhotakota is known in Malawi to be the home of cannabis and tons of the substance is shipped out from the plantations "hidden" in the Game Reserve every year. The police apprehended about one cannabis transporter every week - and we are not talking about backpackers with a few grams in their wallet - these are buses and cars loaded with the stuff - at one incident a minibus packed with more two tons was stopped.

A police officer from Nkhotakota with the catch of the day - 2 tonnes of cannabis! Photo courtesy: Nkhotakota Police/Facebook

In May, a couple of British guys were caught with close to one tonne of cannabis stuffed into a boat on a hanger behind their car. A bit suspicios? A nice and modern boat on a hanger - I've never seen that anywhere in Malawi. Anyway, they were brought to Nkhotakota prison, and from there they managed to make out a deal with a local guy to sell their boat for a ridicolously low price, which was anyway enough to cover the bail to get out from prison. They left, of course, but came back a few months later to pick up their car and buy the boat back (probably for a ridicolously high price compared to the ridicolously low sales price). It seems that this drug trafficking is good for local business - it brings money into the local economy and it keeps the police from getting too bored at the roadblocks.
A roadblock in Malawi, ehm, with a Carlsberg promotion for driving responsibly. Hmm... That brings us to the next topic... Photo courtesy: FK Family/Sille/Facebook


Road kills and accidents
Don't get me wrong, roads in Malawi aren't that bad, really. But the drivers are. And certainly the cars! So - effectively - traffic is quite dangerous in Nkhotakota. Even though the traffic is limited to a few hundred cars per day on the highways leading to Nkhotakota, there seems to be fatal accidents almost every week. Most of these might be related to drug abuse and alcohol - both from the drivers and the pedestrians. I have several times had to stop to complete halt from 100 kmph because of drunk people lying sleeping in the middle of the road or just wandering aimlessly around. But the cars are also a problem - cars in Malawi are old, repairing is expensive and it is difficult to get spare parts. In December, a truck from Yanu Yanu bakery in Nkhotakota apparently lost control on the roads down from Mzuzu. I don't remember exactly, but I think seven people were killed. And things like this happen quite frequently, surprisingly so considering the low density of cars and the little traffic that there is.

I've seen quite a few upside down cars in 2014. Many accidents are due to the bad state of the cars.

Disappearings
It seems that people disappear quite frequently in Malawi. I have during the year come to know about two disappearings in the near family of people that I know in Nkhotakota. Malawians claim that it is because bad people capture them to sell their internal organs to witch doctors. I am doubtful about that. I might be wrong, but I imagine that alcohol or drug abuse is involved in many of these situations. Maybe even traffic accidents can turn into disappearings if the driver is afraid to be discovered as the killer. Or falling into the river - getting eaten by a crocodile - or some people maybe just wander off to new adventures somewhere else in Malawi or Africa.

Culture on the rise in Nkhotakota
It has been a good year for culture in Nkhotakota. The Cultural Centre has strenghened its position and events have been organised regularly. The music school of the Centre that was started up in 2013 has increased it's activity in 2014 and now has two teachers and music classes every weekday. The cultural year culminated in the start of December with the first Nkhotakota Cultural and Music Festival, bringing local and national artists together on the stage in Nkhotakota. Also several new bars and restaurants have opened over the year - I think I should come back with a review of the Nkhotakota cuisine at a later point.
The Nkhotakota Culture and Music Festival 2014 - one of the highlights of the year in Nkhotakota! Photo courtesy: FK Family/Christine/Facebook

Another year has passed
It has been another year. Good or bad, hard to say. There is of course a lot of challenges and problems, but the people in Nkhotakota are happy and smiling most of the time. Lake Malawi was highlighted by Huffington Post as one of the Emerging Travel Hotspots of 2015. I hope that this will inspire more people to travel here and visit the large and, after all, wonderfully innocent village that Nkhotakota really is.

Local kids playing with the wind in front of the lakeshore in the centre of Nkhotakota. Emerging Travel Hotspot 2015! (I forgot to cover the elections in 2014 in Nkhotakota: Former president Joyce Banda came with a helicopter and gave out a lot of free stuff, as seen in the picutre here, but that old professor guy with the sunglasses won anyway.)


Thanks to: The Facebook page of Nkhotakota Police - the only written source of news from Nkhotakota as far as I know.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

The smiles

"Smiling is like breathing to us"
        - suggested explanation on why Malawians smile so much.

The big and frequent malawian smiles are to me a clear indication that happiness and material wealth are quite uncorrelated human forms of richness. I think about that now during the Christmas season while I see on Facebook that gifts are being purchased and wrapped to industrial scales back home - and I feel that all I really want for Christmas is to bring back with me the smiles of Malawi to my family and friends, and just keep smiling.



So these are some of the smiles of my year in Malawi. Real smiles, not "smile to the camera"-smiles. I think I have seen millions of them the last year, and of course the best smiles have never been captured on camera.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Rediscovering the warm heart of Africa

A few weeks ago I was writing on a blogpost with the working title "The lost warm heart of Africa" - it was however never published and might or might not be published some time in the future.

This post is somehow related to the previous one about the bus ride, and think I have discovered that the best way of coping with a culture that is different than your own is to get as deeply into it as possible. Of course that takes some effort, goodwill and adventurousness, so it's not something you can manage in the lunchbreak between answering emails and setting up budgets. So I am happy to have had a bit of time the last two weekends to really get into it.

Today I woke up at 0600 all rested out (yeah, it's actually Sunday today), and decided it was time to get out into some villages. I chose to make my goal the Sani Hilltop in Nkhotakota, actually not a big hill, but the highest point within a reasonable distance, and I guessed there would be a nice view from there (yeah, I did not completely loose my Norwegian mindset yet).

I made it to Fish Eagle Bay, my chosen starting point and parking place. Immediately a local boy from the village beside volunteered to be my guide and we started off making our way through the villages, casava fields, pathways, burnt grass and rocks. Every hundred meters we met another person, of course with the usual ritual of "Muli bwandji. Ndili bwino kaya inu. Ndili bwino. Zikomo. Zikomo."* My guide, who was now already my friend by the way, was good in English and very interested in me, my country and not least my job with solar energy here in Nkhotakota. Making our way back down we had to stop several places in his village to discuss solar energy with his neighbors in Mbalame village, actually a place we are considering starting operations in with Kumudzi Kuwale. It seemed everyone knew about our company and I felt like a celebrity walking through the village. Everybody were super friendly and the only thing they asked me for except of solar energy was to take pictures of them. It's condidered an honour to be taken a picture of - and I'm sure they would be very proud if they knew that their pictures were to be published on the World Wide Web within a few hours.

When I was back in Fish Eagle Bay it was only 10:00AM, but I had already interacted and had conversations with probably close to a hundred people that morning. Where else is that possible?

Malawi - I guess after all your heart is still warm. I just have to get out of the mzungu lifestyle to discover it.

*Translation: "How are you? I am fine, and you? I am fine too. Thank you. Thank you." 





Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The time you need to take

Having a busy job, little free time and a car, I seldom get the chance to take in the real Malawi. Of course I live in it all the time, but a storm of thoughts and a wall of self reminders occupy my mind. I travel by car, and in weekends and holidays it takes me efficiently from one mzungu place to the next. I always thought that a car gives you the freedom to travel wherever you want and stop whenever you feel like it, but it might not be the best option always. Sometimes you'd better stop in the places you never even considered stopping.

This weekend I was coming home from my mzungu hangout in Nkhata Bay and for once I chose to take public transport. In spite of the slogan of the AXA bus service "punctual, reliable, friendly", the bus we were waiting for never came. So we ended up waiting four hours at the roadblock in Nkhata Bay, a place I would never have considered stopping if I were in my car. But so many others do, and it's a piece of Malawi I had never experienced. I liked it. And after four hours another bus came and we made it back to Nkhotakota safely.

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

The good and the bad

The most wise words about life in Malawi I think were pronounced by the young girl in this video which was recently made with youth from Nkhotakota: m.youtube.com/watch?v=ymXyWeDljEA

Life is so good, but sometimes it's so bad.

What I both hate and love about staying here is the emotional rollercoaster experience. You never know what to expect. A single day takes you up and down a million times.

Now, after a day of so many positive and negative experiences, I enjoy. I enjoy my beer, with my feet up, the warm stone heating my ancles and the moon rising over Lake Malawi.