Christmas Eve already. The first part of today's transfer to Kande Beach, still on the shore of Lake Malawi, is splendid. The road, for some reason none of us quite understands, does not follow the shoreline, as might seem the obvious civil engineering solution, but climbs into the mountains inland and drops back down again. The climb is so slow and sedate that Gary suggests we open the roof hatches on Malaika and watch the journey from up there. We have to close them again as the speed picks up on the down slope.
Mzuzu is the first stop, at a horribly heaving supermarket, where victuals are purchased and 'Secret Santa' gifts purchased for fellow travellers (no, dear reader, we have not escaped Christmas entirely - sigh). Only one more hour is necessary to get us to Kande Beach, a clone of previous beachside set-ups, although maybe a little larger. It has a reputation as a party site, but only one other overland truck shows up for the overnight, so we are excused the Butlin's Redcoat Syndrome. Phew. A dinner (massive portions yet again) has been set up in the camp restaurant instead. Pleasant.
Alan's mental state is called into question yet again, when he fails to find two of the four small gifts he has Secret-Santaed for Trevor. Beyond annoying. Bloodhound-level searching does not find them; they must have somehow fallen out of the plastic carrier back at the supermarket.
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