Kayaking on the Lake

 

Sunday, June 16 and Monday, June 17

Camping on the Beach

 

    Six of us -- me, Randy, Nicole, Paul, Steig, and Kumba (one of our guides) --  set off kayaking the next morning.  Giros, the other guide, was driving a speedboat with all of our stuff, the tents, and food.  The lake was crystal clear and still, and not carrying our gear in the kayaks made them very fast.  We soon adjusted to the Malawian way of kayaking:  paddle for an hour or so, then sit and rest for 10 or 15 minutes, repeat, and then stop for a meal.  Not a bad life.  When the wind picks up just a little, we hold our paddles over our heads; we look fairly stupid, but we do catch some wind and sail along for a bit.  The lake, although calm, is at a record high as a result of recent rains, so when we stop for lunch or to camp for the night, the beaches that remain are very, very narrow.  We keep ourselves entertained by singing Kenny Rogers' The Gambler , over and over again, a holdover from Paul and Nicole's Kilimanjaro trek

 

 

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        The first two nights we camped on beaches, providing quite a bit of entertainment for the local kids.  With little else to do, we took their pictures (a great source of amusement for the kids), I did some gymnastics with them (a great source of amusement for the rest of the group), and we played ball and frisbee with them.  Conversations, though, were limited.  Most of the kids knew "Hello" and "How are you?"  The next question they'd always ask was "What's my name?"  At first, we thought it was a guessing game, but then we realized that they wanted to know our names, but just weren't very good with pronouns.  Still, their English was a whole lot better than our Chichewa.

 

 

 

   

 

 After dinner (yummy grilled fish on rice with a vegetable curry sauce one night, and pasta with beans and vegetables the next), we sat around the fire and entertained ourselves.  The entertainment highlight was Paul doing interpretive dance on the beach while twirling two flaming sticks and humming the theme from Chariots of Fire .

 

   

 

 

 

Low point of the day:  Finding a scorpion in our tent when we cleaned it out in the morning


 

 

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