Well that’s me all alone after escorting the group to the airport on Sat evening. I spent the night in a hotel in Lilongwe with Fr. Daniel and Fr. Andrew. We left early on Sunday morning to attend the funeral of Fr. Daniel’s uncle in a remote village. Bizarrely I was a guest of honour and had to sit on the sanctuary with the priests and then in the front of the hearse – quite an experience!
Even a funeral in Malawi is full of singing and dancing. There was a hatch on the coffin which was opened to reveal the deceased’s face and all the women processed round the coffin wailing. After 4 and a half hours of the ceremony and burial we were back on the road to my former home Mzuzu.
As much as I miss the group it felt good to back in my old bedroom and amongst people I’ve become very close to over the past 11 years. I’m now back into the old routine of 6:30am Mass and I’m really looking forward to meeting up with all my old friends over the next few days.
You will be glad to know that the group all arrived home safe and well – although I think with a very different outlook on life. It was a tremendous experience for me, being able to share my love of the Malawian people and culture with such a fantastic group.