Steamboat Paulie

The four of us boarded the Ilala, which is an old steamboat that has been trafficking Lake Malawi since the 1951, just after midnight. There is something oddly romantic about chugging along in an old vessel, sleeping under the stars on the wooden deck and just looking out across the waters, almost like timetravel bringing you back to colonial days. We arrived just before sunset at the small island of Likoma which lies in the Mozambique side of the lake but belongs to Malawi. Marcus and Kate left the following morning while Mitchell and I stayed on the secluded beaches, venturing into town and seeing the cathedral which looks slightly out of place and would be more suited for a small English town. After three nights we got back on the Ilala, however the romance was over as the tranquil lake had transformed into a small ocean and the 40 hour voyage was a bit rough, making sleeping on deck rather challenging. We were quite delayed by the time we reached our port of disembarkation, Monkey Bay, so the crew let us sleep overnight in a cabin before we could get on the back of pickup-truck taking us to the small beachtown Cape Maclear. We have now spent a few days here doing absolutely nothing, contemplating what our next move should be.