It’s winter in East Africa, but we wake up to a misty morning with the certainty the fog will soon lift to give way to another hot, sunny day. In our eagerness to hit the road, we hurry the coffee and toast offered to us lovingly by Gay Russell, our tireless Blantyre hostess. They call Malawi “the warm heart of Africa” and Gay, an English pilot, is the warm heart of Mary’s Meals here in this part of the world. We bid her goodbye and off we go.
Magnus is at the wheel as we unfold the map to determine where we’re heading. It’s already evident to us that this year’s drought is unprecedented in its devastation to the land. Failed crops everywhere. We know how reliant these people are on the fruits of the earth.