Malawi, Nkhata Bay (Kande Beach) – Chitimba
Soon after our departure, we decide to
have a break for some shopping in a typical Malawian marketplace. There was
such a stench all around me. The marketplace is organized into different
sectors: fruit, vegetables and fish on one side, home accessories and music
stuff on the other. Anyways it's really stinky all around, and I don't really
think I could eat all that food and come out alive.
On the
northern shore of Lake Malawi is located Chitimba, a village placed up north,
close to Tanzania border. We climbed up and down a little mountain where we
could enjoy the beauty of a breathtaking panorama. The water of the lake was
turquoise blue, but when I reached the beach it had weirdly turned into brown: Bianca
suggests us to have a dip. The lodge-campsite is located on a golden sand beach
surrounded by palm and pawpaw trees. I decide to spend the whole afternoon
dozing in the shade, nothing special. I'm all dirty, I take a look at the
clothes I've been wearing for 3 days: they're filthy as well but I don't feel
like changing them and taking a shower either: that’s Africa man!
In the
evening it rained in torrents as usual and it keeps going on all night long,
but I pitched my tent under a protective canopy so that I am not very much
bothered by dampness and wet.
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| View of Lake Malawi 2009 © Giovanna Puccia. All rights reserved. |
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| View of Lake Malawi 2009 © Giovanna Puccia. All rights reserved. |
20th February
2009
Tanzania, Chitimba – Kisolanga.
4.30 a.m.: we
woke up very early today, we gotta leave to Tanzania at 5.45 a.m. It's gonna be a long trip today.
While at the
customs I catch sight of a man whose trousers are so large that he is forced to
fasten his belt at armpit level. I know I shouldn't be laughing but he also
looks a little bit stupid, or perhaps I'm just a little tired of such a poverty
and I'm becoming indifferent to all this.
All men walk
around holding in their hands wads of worthless banknotes. They're looking for
someone to dupe, or they try to sell any sort of items, even the most useless
stuff like card decks.
Soon afterwards
Bianca runs over a pig puppy: who knows if it died or not. The other guys keep
laughing all day long on this topic but I don't find it funny at all!
In the
afternoon we arrive at the Old House Farm Kisolanga where we examine our situation
but it's raining cats and dogs and none of us is willing to pitch a tent around
here.
Bianca is not
gonna take me in anymore; she always passes every location off as "very
very beautiful place", when they totally suck to me or when they are
completely featureless, exactly like the place where we are now. I'm a bit concerned
about it because when I asked her about the place where we are going to stay in
Zanzibar, she even added an extra "very"…
In the
twinkling of an eye evening has come cause I forgot to put my watch one hour
forward. We finally have dinner at the camp which is very characteristic: it's
made of mud and dung and has a thatch roof. In short like all african houses.
Tomato soup with butter bread is awesome but the rest is revolting: tonight meal is light as usual, so that at this rate I'll be back home weighing 10 kilos less.
Tomato soup with butter bread is awesome but the rest is revolting: tonight meal is light as usual, so that at this rate I'll be back home weighing 10 kilos less.
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