I couldn't believe my eyes. There were hundreds. Three, four, maybe even five hundred children flowing down the street like a flooded riverbed. As I set up my landing approach, I marvelled at the distances that some of these children must have run to celebrate my first Malawian free flight. The energy that was circulating below my feet was intense. All the children scurried out from under my feet as I came in to land. Concerned that I would be swarmed with tiny bodies and a bazillion questions, I frantically balled up my glider and turned to head home, only to realize that I had been completely enclosed with five hundred silent, confused faces. It is becoming very clear to me that, as much as Malawi is a great flying mystery to me, I am just as much a mystery to it.