The market in Mzuzu, Malawi, is like it's own little city. It takes up several blocks and has several different sections. In fact, someone could get lost in the maze of shops. And to be quite honest, someone did. But to be fair, I had a bag of fried dough balls with me (yes, I am sure they have an actual name but I don't know what it is) so I was sort of oblivious to the fact I didn't know how to get back to the main road. By the time I found it I was swallowing my last bite, content as ever.
The market is unlike any mall I have been to here in the states. At the Mzuzu market there really is something for everyone. You can find an assortment of items such as: tires, lumber, tools, clothes, chickens, coffins, meat, used nails by the pound, produce, beans, bags, bikes, fried dough balls, doors, and more.
You can get snacks and sodas, too. But without refrigeration in most of the stalls, I would probably pass on those.
Just outside of the market maze there are colorful umbrellas shading an array of tables and chairs. Here customers can rest their feet, wait for taxis, or simply take a break.
After a day of meandering the market, I headed down the road to Shoprite. Yes, that's right. I went to an air conditioned, modern grocery store and bought 2 cold bottles of water. But I didn't find anything to eat that was as yummy as my dough ball fried on the side of the road by an older gentleman who had a tiny stall in the middle of the Mzuzu market.
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