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... in Malawi!!
(Maybe she has a bit of princess in her then!!) It was great to meet
Nom and find out more about Malawi, hopefully we will meet again,
maybe in London???
The next day we headed to Cape Maclear,
this ended up taking all day!! Malawian transport is so slow and
frustrating!!!!!!!!! Anyhow, we got there safe and sound but very
tired. We pitched up not feeling too impressed with the campsite, Fat
Monkeys. With this, ...
... to Cape Maclear and could take us for MK 800. Unfortunately the same guys came to the driver and told him something in their local language so the guy wanted to charge us MK 1,500. It was getting a little bit annoying because these guys were actually now interfering with us getting a ride for the fair price.
We kept on walking and we saw another pickup truck full of young white people, so we approached them and asked them where they were going. It was ...
... into a minibus that left right away for Monkey Bay (located about 45 minutes from Cape Maclear). We then had to transfer to another bus in Mangochi and about 10 minutes into the drive ran into some issues when it hit a rumble strip and something broke in the engine. For the rest of the trip we didn’t go more than 20km/hr, stopped to pick up and drop off people more often than I have ever seen and watching the kilometer markers go by was like watching ...
... no window. The tensions ran high. You can only tell people to stop being annoying so many times, especially as the foreigners. To top it off, a rastafarian man who was possible not well mentally, was standing a couple of meters ahead of us, rocking back and forth, chanting Jah. Suddenly he made a lunge for me, his hand grabbing for my face, the feeling of his nails on my skin being quite repulsive. I screamed, the rasta jumped back and Martin ...
... beach where I moor has a significant number of dead fish floating around ominously - the Malawians blame an insidious plot by the Mozambiquans to poison the water. My theory is that no one is innocent. On the way back a minor storm blows up, and frantic bailing is in order in the middle of the channel, but with luck and a cut off jerry-can I survive and treat myself to a cosmopolitan and a sunset secure in my masculinity.