Pig on a spit in Malawi

Well, we left Zanzibar and our good friends, Gareth and Kirst, who were hopping off the truck to return to little old NZ (very jealous!)and hauled ass down the coast in search of Malawi, the 7th poorest country in the world. We stopped in Iringa for the night at an old farmhouse with stables for bedrooms if you upgraded (which served
chocolate brownies and hot chocolates...African, of course) and a beautiful African meal. We crossed the border into Malawi and meandered down to Kande Beach where we holed up for a fantastic couple of days. We were staying right on the beach, and I say beach because it really is like a beach, of Lake Malawi which is an absolutely massive body of water. It is commonly known as the calendar lake because of its calendar-like dimensions - the lake measures 365 miles long, 52 miles across and 700 metres deep (at least at one point, I guess...). The lakefront was all sand and, as the lake has its own tidal systems (amazing), there were waves crashing against the shore and it really felt like we were at the beach. We had a bad taste party with bad taste clothes bought from the local clothing market by everyone for everyone else, cooked up a pig on a spit and indulged in a few quiets turned slightly rowdy. We had our washing done by the local villagers - washed, dried, folded and returned in 8 hours (far cleaner and drier than the three days it took on Zanzibar at a
resort...), bought some Malawi wood curios and had a fantastic relax. We left the lake (note that I am avoiding giving you days because I honestly can't remember what days they were....) and headed into Lelongwe, the capital of Malawi for a night.