“So we’re leaving Malawi today?” “Yeah, maybe tomorrow if we fail to find Noflik today.” And with these words we left, for what was to be the last time, the picture perfect surroundings of Lake Malawi which proved to be a prison instead of a paradise, refusing to let go of us. But finally we had broken free and moved on as far as Mua. Mua is a pretty place that we did not know and, if it wasn’t for some mechanic that might or might not have forgotten to put something in or leave something out because he got traditionally drunk around lunchtime. Somewhere near Mua, the Doutzen Cruiser suddenly mixed some ‘tick-tick’s’ in between her content diesel induced humming that made us stop her immediately. Before we knew it, it was an hour into dark and there was not much we could do, there in the middle of the night, which of course was dark. No need to point that out, except for the fact that you kinda need light to check whats wrong with your engine which is black already. Not long after that, a 4×4 pulled over and a guy stepped out, sporting a funny looking beard without a mustache. Funny he might look, but he also offered his help, pulled us to his place in Mua, fed us dinner and let us have a shower. When we entered his house, we saw women with dark-blue veils in pastel colored dresses that covered everything from their ankles to their necks and boys with their buttoned and also rather plainly colored shirts tucked tightly in their trousers, which made them look somewhat nerdy. The father then explained us, they are Menenites. Well, they might be strange, for us, but also incredibly generous and friendly to a couple of what they’ve must have thought of as 1970’s relics in a ragged down orange van. I mean, we could be psycho’s too.