Nkhata Bay or Bust!!!

With just a slight detour and unplanned stop in Rumphi, we're back on the road, but before we move on, let's recap the condition of the Hilux:

• two flat tires
• cracks in the radiator
• running hot
  
• extremely dirty, but still running
  

And let's recap the condition of us:

• tired
• hungry
• extremely dirty, but still running

Apparently, the Hilux was running hot. Maybe it was tired of the dirt roads. Maybe it was tired of hauling excess cargo. Maybe it was pissed it was dirty because it sure sounded like it was pissed. If a car was ever able to express its emotions, the sound the Hilux was making on the way out of Rumphi was it saying to us, "$#@% YOU!!!"

A combination of a hissing/wheezing/not very pleased about having to continue noise was coming from under the hood, definitely a noise that is not normal, definitely a noise we haven't heard the entire week.

But we were on a mission. A mission to get to Mzuzu. A mission to return the tire. A mission to reach Nhkata Bay, to taste the buffet, to soak our feet in the lake.

I thought the Hilux would be stoked to be off the dirt road, but I guess it wasn't happy about anything. I thought the Hilux was our friend, we were wrong.

We reach the main junction, we turn onto the M1, and, wait a second, what's that noise ...