I am sitting under the stars by the shores of the ‘Lake of Stars’ at Lake Malawi National Park, overlooking the lights on the horizon. These are fishermen catching Kapenga, a tiny fishy delicacy caught at night, attracted by light.

I have been in Malawi for almost 30 days, my visa runs out next weekend.

This is how far behind I am with my adventures on my travel blog.

Every day is a new experience, as little as it may be.

I came eye to eye with lions at Majete Wildlife Reserve.

Elephants roamed by my campsite at Liwonde National Park.

I took a pirogue trip on the Elephant Marsh Reserve.

And I flew Rick over some prime Baobab country.

I revisited Malawi’s highest mountain at Mulanje.

And now I am at Lake Malawi, where water levels have risen drastically over the past few years.

Life is tough in Malawi as the population keeps rising and conditions worsening. Every day people approach me, asking for financial support or food. It’s heartbreaking.

It’s the people that charme Malawi, one of the poorest countries in the world.

It is the people who seize an opportunity when a ‘Msungu’ (white man) comes to town.

It’s the children who stand around me, asking for food or help to cover school fees. Most can not afford any or higher education and drop out of the system. Or get pregnant. There are more children here than sheep in New Zealand.

It’s the people who are incredibly talented in woodcarving and painting, desperate for a sale.

Authentic art that would cost a motza in any art gallery in the Western world. But how much art can I buy?

If there is anything better than my photos, it is those paintings.

Zimba is already loaded with paintings and woodwork, as I am trying to buy and help as much as I possibly can.

Which leaves me with the question, what am I going to do with them?

If I could only find a way to market them. Has anyone got any ideas or connections?

Any help is appreciated.

So, all hands on. Let me introduce you to Malawi.