|Lake Malawi, Malawi March 18-22
We are now on route to Malawi (The soft heart of Africa) but before we leave we stayed overnight in a great camp in Tanzania. The restaurant, bar, and facilities were all styled using traditional methods of mud, straw and dung but totally clean and updated . It is on an organic farm and we are treated to a fantastic dinner by lantern and candlight- just beautiful.
In Malawi we stay on a beach in Chitimba and then on to Kande Beach where we stay three nights and have lots of laughs (including a dress up party with costumes from the local market costing less than $4). It is also time to do laundry as we are all down to our last clean clothes. Lake Malawi is a tourquoise lake about the size of Vancouver Island. The beach is lined with Palm trees and it feels like an ocean resort. We play volleyball, swim, ride horseback (including a swim with the horses). There are a few Overland trucks here and the parties at night become a bit loud for our tastes as they are well into the morning and we get little sleep.
During a village walk Heidi meets the son of the local chief while visiting the school and hospital. He introduces us to a young girl 14 named Fyness (an orphan) who passed her exams with over 90 percent in all subjects but cannot afford secondary school. We go and meet her family (Grandmother and sister) over dinner. We are the first white people they have met. The dishes and cutlerie are all borrowed from neighbours for the occasion. Lots of fun before heading back on the local transport.
On the road from Malawi through Zambia to Livingston we have a few interesting incidents.
1. On a bad road with hundreds of potholes a Zambian man was pretending to fill in one of the holes with dirt but wanted cash for the smoother ride his one fixed hole provided.
2. Three guys at the side of the road had just taken a tree down and wanted cash to remove the branches from the road. We got out and moved the branch and we are sure that it was put back on the road as a toll for the next motorist
3.Crossing the Luangwa bridge (Mozambique on the other side) at a toll - the truck in front of us paid with two sugar cane stalks.we usually get by for free.