Lunch in Mzuzu

Mzuzu is the central hub of transportation in Northern Malawi. We decided to stop there because we knew we could get some decent chow and stock up on groceries for the self-catering chalet we reserved for our stay in Nyika National Park.

Dan (that's Squeezy to you) had been to Mzuzu before and recommended a restaurant called Graceland for lunch. As luck would have it, Graceland was located next to a pharmacy where I was able to pick up bilharzia medication for swimming in Lake Malawi. (You can read about bilharzia (aka Schistosomiasis) here.)

(JP: Outside the pharmacy we met another rastafarian, like our friends Lemon Squeezy and Cheese on Toast, who was selling bracelets. His name was Sweet Banana.)

Lunch was basic but satisfying. Afterwards, we split up to take care of a few important errands.

Dan took the car to the gas station while Katy, Mellissa (i.e., Cheese on Toast), Jon, and I went to the market to pick up food and other supplies (by "other supplies," I mostly mean toilet paper - see Malawi gurgle). We were all focused at this point because time was running tight after our blowout and a lunch that ran longer than we were hoping. We quickly cobbled together ingredients for a few solid meals and picked up a crate of beer.

Dan met us outside with the car. He had checked the air pressure in the tires but didn't get gas at the gas station. He figured, reasonably so, that since the thing to do in Nyika is drive around the dirt roads looking for wildlife and taking in the scenery, we should top off at the last town before the park, Rumphi, so that we would have as much diesel as possible for touring Nyika. So we loaded the groceries into the car and headed off towards Rumphi ...

[Insert impending doom music here]