Day 137: Macondo Camp (Mzuzu) – Kachere Kastle

We head a little further south.

On the recommendation of Andreas (who lives in South Africa; we met him last year in Maun), we make another stop.

We cross extensive rubber plantations south of Nkhata. In Liberia, we learned that the trees can only be scratched for a limited number of years. And how laborious the "harvest" is. The balls sold on the side of the road, made from dried rubber strips, are fun. They have enormous bounce.

It's one of the quirkiest resorts we've seen so far: A british couple has built a castle on the shore of the lake (Kachere Kastle). And we're standing next to it on the beach in front of a small bamboo forest. The lake water ripples like the Baltic Sea. And after a Dutch family has left, we're the only ones here. Cozy.

Swimming in the lake is not recommended – this time not because of the schistosomiasis-infected snails, but because of the crocodiles that swim across the lake on their way from one river mouth to the other.

The cook has also called it quits for today. But that doesn't matter. We've eaten pretty well over the last few days and are just making ourselves a little something for dinner.