More Travel Tales

Today, I decided to take the nice bus to Mzuzu. After waiting for an hour, and passing up a couple mostly empty minibuses willing to negotiate on price, I am informed via another PCV that there are some of the n00b PCVs on the bus and it's broken down. Damnit Axa!

I decided to walk away from the stage an start hitching. An hour later, and not even a minibus passed me. 

Then, Issac, my Coca-Cola truck driving savior. He wanted to chat, so he stopped for me. Apparently, he likes Americans since his Peace Corps teacher, Mr. Prize, who taught him 8 years ago in Nkhata Bay district. If you're reading this Mr. Prize, thank you!