We're driving the 4 hours back to Blantyre. We stopped at Lake Malawi long enough for a quick swim and to shoot some interview footage. We're driving from one small town to the next, the smell of woodsmoke in the air - dinner's on. Many people beside the road, many goats IN the road. Driving further south along Lake Malombe, the minibus driver blowing his horn to get people to move aside. Then there's the occasional police stop. They are rather emposing, pausing to ask 'where are you going? What are you going there for?

Returning from Masenjere the other night, a policeman/military officer singled me out to ask where we'd been. I answered Masenjere. He asked what for? I answered 'church'! 'What church?' He asked. 'Grace Community' I replied. 'Church' he said, 'then where are your texts (Bibles)?' Jon and I both pulled ours from our pockets. 'Oh...ok' he said. Move along! Byron made the mistake of shooting a photo of a policeman. He warned Byron sternly...NO PHOTOS!! Do you understand!

The sun is going down as we drive. I much prefer NOT to travel at night here due to potential for breakdowns or accidents. This is where faith comes into play. It'll be a late dinner.