Rifting
April 18th 2010 My bus ride out of Zimbabwe is an excellent indicator of the sort of reception I will be getting in Malawi: a thoroughly warm one. I chat at length to my plump (why do I never seem to sit next to anyone petite) and friendly neighbour, as we speed along to the sounds of Abba and the omnipresent Shania Twain. Another guy who I chat to periodically throughout the 14 hour journey insists I join him f
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