It's a small world

Isn’t the world a small place? By a set of very odd coincidences last night I had dinner with a guy my sister’s LSE friend Kasia met in Prague two years a go. Kasia met him for all of two hours in a hostel, and low and behold, two years later I also got to meet him for two hours (see how desperate I am for new company?). He’s a newly qualified medic who has been here experiencing African medicine first hand for two weeks labouring in Kamuzu Central Hospital – where you go to die (quite seriously). His impressions of Malawi remind me of what it was like when I first arrived, a whole 7 months ago: all the smiling, non-crying children, the endless people walking along the side of the road, the beautiful mountains and the bad food.