At Lake Malawi quite a bit further south we camp at an Englishman at the campground. The lodge is on the lake, with its beautiful beach. We see many different water birds on the shore – herons, ducks, cormorants and enjoy the view of the lake.
In the morning we find millions of dead mosquitoes next to our kerosene lamp. We had not noticed at night, how many there were.
We start again early, want to go to an unknown reserve, the Tuma Forest Reserve, where there will be bushbucks and elephants.
We stop along the way, because we see a tornado. As fast it occurs, it dissolves. We buy fruit at the roadside, we need supplies. We are, of course, an attraction at the street vendors, especially the children are curious, long-distance travelers from another continent come by here not very often.
After a few kilometers we turn off to a gravel road for Tuma Park. Beautiful are the round huts. Over fairly good track and wobbly bridges, we come closer to the park.
We drive through the gate, Tara smuggled, but the road gets worse and worse.
And then, a sudden stop. The creek would not be the problem, but then the slope of loose stones. Spontaneously we think of Ethiopia, where we turned back in similar situation, have broken down both front tires and decide to turn. This risk we do not want to have again.
Instead, we end up in Senga Bay, right on the lake.