AFRICA. Staying at the lake house in Malawi (unexpected detour). Our last week in Africa came by surprise. It began with a simple proposition from our hostel owner in Malawi, something to the tune of “I’m heading to a friend’s lake house for the weekend, you two wanna join?” Shit, we had a flight out to Capetown in 12 hours. Then again, Capetown wasn’t going anywhere.
So we left for the lake house the next morning. Four hours of driving later we arrived and were floored. Picture this: a home accessible only by 4x4 and situated on its own corner of Lake Malawi, between a fishing village and a national park. The yard was filled with baobab and bamboo trees and an array of wild animals to match including baboons, bats, and the occasional hippo. The front yard was the lake itself, and on the horizon the water was only interrupted by distant islands or fishermen in dug-out canoes.
It’s the closest I’ve been to paradise on every front. And after day two at the house, every day we stayed was an extension and we soon became family for the week. Conversations around the coffee or dinner table lasted for hours, and sleep eventually felt like wasted opportunity.
The week served as a good reminder of the reasons I travel…to catch fragments of conversation amongst locals, have dinner at a stranger’s home, or in our case, spend seven days at a couple’s home on Lake Malawi. Thanks Kimma, Reza, and Carlos for sharing your slice of paradise, your hospitality knows no bounds. We’ll never forget our stay there.