Mental Hospital, Police and Blantyre

With an eye the size of a golfball i approach Shaka and Mzuli (not yet knowing their names though of course) in the restaurant at Kande Beach. I need to go see a doctor and seeing as id heard they had a car.. could they please drive me?
Being the nice guys that they are they agreed willingly and we set off on our little journey, marking the beginning of our little adventure together. We're driving, all is wonderful (apart from the eye of course), we're listening to music and then - first problem. We have a flat tyre. Nothing toooo serious though. After breaking the 'key that changes tyres,' sending a boy to the local workshop, lots of being laughed at by the children in the school (which happened to be right where we broke down) and we're able to set off again. Luck didnt happen to be on our side that day though and to our great displeasure we encounter exactly the same problem - flat tyre. Of course there was no second spare tyre so we drive at 40 km/hr the rest of the way to Mzuzu.
Mzuli drops me off at the mental hospital in Mzuzu which was incredibly kind of him but not really appropriate. I do manage to find my way to the 'standard hospital' however. 8 eight hours later, 2 flat tyres and a couple of hundred dollars poorer we arrive back in Kande Beach. Im afraid the guys got a little more than they'd bargained for by giving me a lift :)

The next night I come up with the ingenious plan that Shaka and Mzuli should change their plans and follow Jo, Hana and I on our journey. We would drive down to Senga Bay, spend a night and then head to Blantyre to party. Yet again, they agree willingly. Unfortunately (as time will tell) my plan also involved all six of us, all six backpacks and numerous plastic bags... in Careca. Need i say more?? Shaka and Mzuli, being the smart guys that they are, bagged the two front seats. The rest of us poor buggers, as Hamish said, found out what it feels like to be sardines. Nonetheless, beggars can't be choosers. Anyway, we set off, listening to music again and then, 10 kms down the road... the police. Oh the wonders of Malawian police. To cut a long story short, Shaka smooth talks (and possibly a little more..?) the police man and we set off on our journey again. Minus Hana and Jo though who we'd sent off in a minibus.

From here the rest of our trip together actually went surprisingly smooth! We chilled in Senga Bay for a night and then headed down to Blantyre the following day. (Although this time the guys did chuck all of us girls into a minibus). We showed them the delights of Blantyrian nightlife which includes copious amounts of vodka and Malawi Gin, Twiga, Tasca's (or should i say Tuss Tuss) and all the rest..

It's been fun guys, thanks for everything. The best of luck for the rest of your travels. I hope you dont end up staying in a shithole in Nampula and I hope you love Ilha de Mozambique. And even if not all of my ideas went as planned its at least a couple of more stories for your blog, no? :)

Take care and let us know of the rest of your exciting adventures!

Alice, Jo and Hana

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