All I did was hit the restroom, but I emerge and the crew is gone... hmmm.... I wander past the Mufasa Rustic Lodge sign and see it – Lake Malawi, and happy friends far off in the distance diving from rocks. My clothes are dirty anyway... In I go. Oh man – we've found a gem. Six days and 800 swims later we are still there. What a place. Lake Malawi is the world's deepest freshwater lake, and definitely one of the largest at 375km long, 52km wide, and 1,200m deep... also called “Calendar Lake”... get it? There are thousands of colorful cichlids (think the fish they sell you at the pet store); snorkeling is on the itinerary. As are sunsets, sunrises, Carlsburg (Malawi's 'National' beer), chomba somba, sailing on air mattresses, and too much relaxation. It's pretty easy to get stuck in this place. And that we did. We stayed long enough to lose the Scot (she stole off in the cover of darkness in a fit of rage) and the Brazilian (who left kicking and screaming to go back to work). Shame. But we did add a Zambian Rasta to the mix for a bit to change up the pace. Ebbs & flows... In town, Emmanuel the Tailor made some fantastic new clothes with our Malawain fabrics, children played soccer anywhere and everywhere, and the pace was slow and steady. Monkey Bay, I'll be back.
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