Malawi

Camped on the shore of Lake Malalwi at Kandi Beach. It is long and skinny and so wide one cannot see across it. Now it has turned green, what a treat. So much sand so far.
One night we were invited to have dinner with a local family, our guide and hosts name was Mel Giblson. We sat on mats and were served delicious food, one dish made from cassava, pumpkin soup, rice, pinto beans, spinach like vegetable. the casava was rather plain, could have done with a big dollop of butter, salt and pepper. After dinner we were entertained by the children. Very trained to line up for the dancing. Even the little ones could do what was termed the 'dirty boogie' when I was a teenager, and did it better. No Victorian morals there at all. It is true, white men cannot dance. When the group was forced up to dance with the children, well, compare cooked noodles with a stick. Good fun. Camped at Lilongwe on the way to the border.
Just like the word-Lilongwe.
This beach was touted as a 'party beach', many tried to make it a reality. One group of Australians camping next to us had a costume night, some were still in them in the morning. Our group did their best, some more than others. Good thing I am retired from that kind of 'party'.