As the doors of the plane open, Africa fills our senses.
The brightness, the heat, the smiles, the smells, the humidity. As we drive out of Blantyre, back onto the dirt roads, shaken and dusty, we see simple village life all around. But it’s tough here. Out in the bush, most live in acute poverty, and many struggle on a daily basis to feed their families. But we’re privileged to be here and the six weeks passes all too quickly. So what did we do?