The idea first seemed like a glorious adventure. The kind of adventure where you go camping with your family on the 4th of July and watch fireworks over a lake and all seems right in the world. Well, it sure was an adventure but in the moment it seemed more like surviving a stay in a Siberian gulag where everything was definitely not right in the world.
In December of 2012 Justin and I headed to Africa to visit his family. At the time, they were working in Malawi, a small country that consistently ranks in the ten poorest nations in Africa. In wonderful juxtaposition to that is the fact that it is commonly known as the "Warm Heart of Africa" with regard to its welcoming atmosphere. When we arrived we learned that they had made arrangements for us to climb Mt. Mulanje, a massif east of Blantyre rising to nearly 10,000 ft from the tea field laden valley floor. Needless to say, we were thrilled.