Sunday, October 31, 2010
Ups and Downs
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Evening Pursuits
On Having Your Underwear Ironed
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sufficiently Stamped
As our temporary residence permits have yet to materialize (surprise, surprise – the wheels of government turn slowly indeed) and we’d reached the end of our 30 day tourist visa (hard to believe it’s already been a month) this morning it was time for an outing to immigration. Fun!
We arrive right at nine, planning to beat the crowds, only to find the office had been open since 7:30am. We wander in to the visa section, thinking perhaps the early crowds have come and gone. Muli bwanje’s all around and we sit down to fill out a simple one-page form. So far so good. The immigration officer signs our completed forms and we get stamp #1. Hauling out a stack of kwacha, I think we’re home free, only to be told we must go to the other department to pay our extension fees.
Flash forward to the other side of the building, a room packed with several different queues of people waiting for various things. We’re directed to the teller queue, only five people long. Great. Well, it would be great if each person didn’t take at least five minutes. Hmmm...
Flash forward again and we’re at the teller, a charming young man in a striped shirt and short tie (apparently a Malawian fashion; many are worn no longer than mid-chest) whose booth is either bizarrely sunk into the floor, or equipped with the world’s shortest desk. Either way, he processes our paperwork quickly, adding stamp #2 and #3 to our single-page forms and printing out a receipt in quadruplicate(?), each copy of which receives its own stamp. We receive two of these apiece and are cordially waved on to the next window.
At this mysterious second window another clerk, this one wearing what appears to be the matching tie and vest combo from a wedding tux (complete with faux-diamond stickpin) records the information from our receipts into a giant ledger, peels off a carbon copy for us (to which he duly applies stamp #4), applies stamp #5 to our original form (just for completeness) and sends us on our way.
Back over at the visa section, the original immigration officer examines our paperwork again, applies stamp #6 to the form (which is duly filed… or something) and, finally, we get lucky stamp #7 in the passport itself, clearing us for another 30 days in country.
Start to finish: seven stamps in sixty minutes.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Lake of Stars
Thursday, October 14, 2010
On Food and Cooking
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Round One to the Garden
It’s seven am, morning birds are chirping, the sweet scent of burning grass wafts though the open window, and the (relative) cool of the night has yet to fade entirely beneath the onslaught of the sun… what better time to potter about in the garden a bit?
Now, just to be clear, the garden I’m talking about here isn’t the beautifully landscaped amalgamation of native grasses, shrubs, and flowers installed by our landlord’s gardener. Nor do I mean the tidy little patch of vegetables planted and tended by our housekeeper Phinious. No, the garden that has been calling me is the unkempt sprawl of baked red dirt and dry cornstalks that lies in the far corner of the lot. So much space! After
You may have won this one garden, but I’ll be back… and next time I’ll be wearing gloves.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Chain of Events
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Best Landlord Ever!
Resigned to a further day of restaurant food due to our cluelessness, we nonetheless called her to enquire about getting an electrician to hook up the cooker. Lo and behold, mid-morning Sunday an affable gentleman appeared on his bicycle, proceeded to wrench on some things, journeyed into town to find the correct outlet, and got both fridge and cooker up and running. Total cost: 2,000MK parts, 2,500MK labor.
Finally, our first meal in the new house. Here’s to you, Barbara Davidse.