Mulanje Massif
Chapter 1
If there is one thing more exciting than climbing Mulanje, it might actually be the journey to the base of the mountain. The mini buses from Zomba to Mulanje town were not bad, but the dried fish in the back of the vans stank up the car. And the 28 people crammed into a bus that could probably hold 15 was a little frightening. But nothing could compare to the truck ride up to Likhubula Lodge at the base. Not only were we standing in the truck bed, pressed against the back window, there were about 15 people in the bed, along with suitcases, a bicycle, and 400kg of fertiliser! I read an article in the NYT once about personal space, and they mentioned that anything around 15 cm from you is considered personal space. If that's the case, I was being very intimate with at least 8 different people, in some very intimate places. One thing that used to irritate me when I lived in Shanghai was how the American women would complain about the conditions of the private buses they would take on tours because the conditions wouldn't be up to the same standards as the Greyhound. Well, if I ever see their annoying faces again, I'd tell them to come to Africa and jump on a truck bed where they can get man handled by 8 different people, and the truck!
If there is one thing more exciting than climbing Mulanje, it might actually be the journey to the base of the mountain. The mini buses from Zomba to Mulanje town were not bad, but the dried fish in the back of the vans stank up the car. And the 28 people crammed into a bus that could probably hold 15 was a little frightening. But nothing could compare to the truck ride up to Likhubula Lodge at the base. Not only were we standing in the truck bed, pressed against the back window, there were about 15 people in the bed, along with suitcases, a bicycle, and 400kg of fertiliser! I read an article in the NYT once about personal space, and they mentioned that anything around 15 cm from you is considered personal space. If that's the case, I was being very intimate with at least 8 different people, in some very intimate places. One thing that used to irritate me when I lived in Shanghai was how the American women would complain about the conditions of the private buses they would take on tours because the conditions wouldn't be up to the same standards as the Greyhound. Well, if I ever see their annoying faces again, I'd tell them to come to Africa and jump on a truck bed where they can get man handled by 8 different people, and the truck!
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