Iris Malina

Iris | In Greek mythology, Iris (/ˈɨrɨs/; Ἶρις) is the personification of the rainbow and messenger of the gods. She is also known as one of the goddesses of the sea and the sky [...] She travels with the speed of wind from one end of the world to the other, and into the depths of the sea and the underworld. Malina | The slavic word for raspberry


Kategori: Malawi

On the road from Blantyre to Zomba
I'm now sitting in the big house where I will live the upcoming two months. I have a big bedroom, where I have installed my mosquito net (nearly killed myself falling in the process), a big living room and a kitchen with all the facilities I need. The water in the tap is drinkable, but I think I will boil it for a while, at least until my stomach has adjusted to the water quality. There is one more guy from the university staying here, really nice to have some company. And since he is from Malawi, he can share quite some advice on all sorts of things.
The journey itself were easy. Almost too easy. Everything were on time if not early, all papers were in order, the passport got the visa stamp of approval without any eye brows being frowned, the bag arrived without hassle and my ride to Zomba stood there, with "Malin Ullberg" on a sign, when I stepped out of the airplane. Too easy. Except maybe for the scariest airplane landing I have ever experienced.. The plane sank towards the ground waaay to fast, sometimes so steeply that the 'roller coaster-feeling' turned my stomach over. All passengers shrieked of horror, in unison. And when the plane hit the landing strip, it turned over first to the right, so that the tip of the wing almost touched the pavement, and then to the left, before gaining control... My legs were jelly for quite some time after that.
Fun fact; the whole Ethiopian national football team where on the plane from Addis Ababa to Blantyre.
From there, we covered the eighty-odd kilometres to Zomba in a little car. And my initial feeling was, well, very 'Africa'. Red soil, sparse vegetation, small houses made form burned bricks, women in colorful clothing, carring babies on their back and large parcels on their heads. Children running around, playing. Vegetable stalls along the road. And dozens upon dozens of white minivans, acting inter-city shuttle buses. At one point, my driver (which is the head of the chemistry department) stopped along a few such stalls, and within seconds we had six people hanging in through our windows, offering carrots, tomatoes, onions, cabbage and peas to us. A kilo of tomatoes costed me 150 MWK, which equals something like 3 kr. And now I'm sitting here, on a red velvet sofa, with a surreal feeling in my gut and a headache from all the relieved tension and stress, and from the lack of coffee.
I. Am. In. Malawi!


  • Birgitta säger:

    Det låter spännande Malin!

    2014-09-09 | 21:32:12
  • Lena säger:

    Great pictures! I am glad that everything is fine and super excited to see and hear more!

    2014-09-11 | 10:45:25

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