In Malawi, the rules of the road usually don’t count—especially when you’re sharing the asphalt with a few hundred kilograms of beef. These are the moments where our journey ground to a halt, and I realised I was on their time, not mine.
Bovine bottlenecks.
There is something uniquely charming about how cows own the road with such quiet, unbothered confidence.
The great Bua River bottleneck
Who needs a traffic light when you have a herd of Kasungu’s finest deciding when it’s your turn to cross?
Navigating the soft sands of Salima, only to find the locals are having a stroll right in my path.
Salima speed traps
The speed limit on this sandy road to Senga Bay is dictated entirely by whoever has the most hooves.
Why use a lawnmower when you have a herd of experts?
Mangochi’s mowing crew
These bovine locals were too busy enjoying the fresh greens to care about who was driving by.
The Mtendere pit stop
Not in anybody’s way. All these Dedza bovines wanted was a cool drink.
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