From Senga Bay to Zomba

For some reason we both slept in but since we had nothing booked or anywhere to rush off to it didn’t matter. The lake was quite rought so we were glad we hadn’t booked to go snorkeling.

After a late breakfast Wendy kindly drove us to the market where we could catch our minivan to Salima, then another to Balata and finally to Zomba where we arrived just before sunset.

Zomba used to be the capital of what was then called Nyasaland back in the days when it was a part of the British Empire. It was choosen because of it’s cool climate, which was one of the reasons I wanted to visit.

When we arrived we didn’t have any accomodation booked (can you see a patern developing here?) and only had the name of somewhere that seemed cheap. Whilst eating dinner we found out about a hotel that was almost directly behind which was cheap, so after eating our dinner partly in candle light (not intentionaly romantic but the daily power cut) we stayed there instead.

The price might have included breakfast but it was basic and reminded me a bit of Nelson Mandelas prison cell on Robben Island, except bigger and ensuite. The bars on the windows were a nice touch.