Madam, keep pedalling, never give up hope!

I was puffing and panting my way up yet another “rolling” hill on the Mando day in Zambia. when two men on a bike whizzed past me, gleefully shouting these words of encouragement. It worked.

But first, Malawi. I think Malawi suffered a little from coming straight after Tanzania, which we all loved. First impressions where not great as the kids were begging again, it was wet and hot and humid, flat and head wind. Our first night was spent in the Rice Field Camp and we had been warned by the indomitable Sharita to “Guard your stuff, something will be stolen.” Brilliantly – they stole one of the toilet tents! This was in spite of several security guards patrolling the perimeter. But it was soon recovered when Sharita thre

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