It has been raining for three straight weeks. Not just a brief shower in the afternoons, but seriously raining for hours and hours every day. The roads have huge potholes, the ground, which usually dries out quickly, is soggy, the rocks are slippery, our clothes on the line won’t dry, and everything has that damp, musty smell.
Despite the weather, Sandy planned for us to go to Ku Chawe in Zomba to celebrate my birthday. Zomba was the capital of Malawi, or Nyasaland, until the 1970’s. It’s tucked up in the mountains and has some of the finest examples of colonial architecture in all of former British East Africa. It is also home to Zomba plateau, which rises over 1500 meters.
We slowly wound our way up the mountain on our way to Ku Chawe, which is perched right on the edge of the plateau escarpment. We were so thankful to have our Rav-4, as the rain pummeled the windshield. There were few if any guard rails to protect us as we took hairpin turns, weaving our way upwards. We couldn’t see anything except for trees around us. No vista views as we climbed higher into the clouds.
By the time we poured our coffee the clouds had cleared and we went outside to enjoy the amazing view. We could see all the way to Mount Mulanje, about 150 Kilometers away. We also noticed huge rain storms moving across the fields in the distance. It is a very magical place – you feel like you’re in another world, enjoying your dessert and coffee thousands of feet above the valley.