Africa is connected
Addis Ababa's international airport is generically contemporary - a "this could be Rotterdam or anywhere" experience compared to, say, Johannesburg's African art and wildlife references. Efficient. Everything worked. And why not? Africa is developed and developing. Ancient and modern.
Queuing to board the flight to Lilongwe, Phil and I got talking to the man in front of us. "Oh yes, I know Reverend Chipeta very well! I've been to Home of Hope many times." Harrington Banda worked with World Vision in the noughties, helping to fund the Home's early building projects. He now works for a water aid charity in Rwanda. "Please greet Rev. Chipeta for me. My father in law was a minister with him. They called each other brothers."
Things like this often happened as we travel. Home of Hope is famous amongst Malawians, and at 96, Rev Chipeta has had time to make "friends and friends."
Lilongwe's International Airport keeps developing year-on-year. A minor difference this time - reference to Malawi's growing tourism offer, in the form of "big five" animal statues prowling through baggage reclaim.
All 10 of our cases appeared, and Lucy Chipeta, Rev and Mrs Chipeta's only surviving child of seven, was there to meet us with other members of the Home of Hope team.
[Photos to follow - check back!]
We arrived safely at Home of Hope a couple of hours ago after some food shopping and other admin in Lilongwe, grateful for the skillful driving of Lucy and Thompson. Imagine sharing the motorway with cyclists carrying wide loads across handlebars, at dusk, not a bike light in sight. Oh, and a large pig wandering across the way.
Ah, the quiet joy and expansiveness of a large plate of nsima with beans and vegetables, after much elbows-in fiddling with crinkly in-flight food packaging!
Tomorrow, we'll show you Home of Hope
Alex, Gillian, Jo, Phil & Ruth



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