I spent the first weekend in Zomba, high on a plateau, where the air was crystal clear and monkeys stole your breakfast. Kids like this boy here sold freshly picked passion fruit and cape gooseberries at the side of the road for next to nothing.
Cape gooseberries was not a term I’d heard before, we know the fruit here as ‘physalis’ which has always sounded unappetizingly like a venereal disease. So from now on I am only going to refer to them by their African name.
We bought bags of the fruit from this boy and others along the way and so I had the most beautiful fruit salads every morning of the trip as a result.
