A SCOT AND A BANJO IN MALAWI - NOV 2012
A tropical rainstorm turns a dust road into a reddish treacle track that sucks your soles and sends your feet gliding any way but where you want to go. Cars slip helplessly into the ditch. Passers-by will help you out, provided you did not splash them as you drove by. “Then we're not your friend.”
There are tarred roads, but no more than they can be used as landmarks: “Turn left at the baobab and go straight on down until you get to the asphalt"