Mzuzu

Mzuzu is the main city north of the capitol Lilongwe. There are many banks, a huge market, some restaurants and a backpacker. Finally my week of failures came to an end within a half an hour. I found a Standard Chartered Bank which supports Mastercard and a backpacker with some atmosphere. Even though it was not the nicest place ever I managed to spent 3 nights there. A lot of Peace Corps Volunteers hang out there so it doesn’t get boring. Peace Corps people – generally spoken - are in love with them selves and have nothing else to speak about. The way I understood it, they are as inefficient as all NGO I heard of. Sometimes I think all these programs serve the volunteers interest more than the peoples. They get to travel a bit without spending a lot. A good part of the money that is being spent ends up in the hands of some local fat people who can get a bit fatter. NGO have generally failed and are now a days mostly run like businesses. There are maybe some innocent ones, but in time they will get corrupted as well.
I rested a bit in Mzuzu after all these bus rides that took me from Zanzibar to Mzuzu in a week. Then I went to the Promised Land – Nkatha Bay.