So, we really meant to email sooner, but there was a decided lack of availability of resources (and chocolate, which was even more disturbing) where we were. We went to Chizumulu and Likoma, two large-ish islands in the middle of lake Malawi. They're actually closer to Mozambique, but due to traditional tribal allegiances. they're Malawian (though oddly, the two islands have different tribes and languages). The islands bring in almost everything they need on the Ilala, the largest ferry (and arguably the only one) on the lake. It's also the main transport option, so watching the ferry being loaded while hanging over the top railing is lots of fun. David especially liked watching people hand up single planks of timber to the first deck. And all from dug out canoes! David is convinced we each used up one of our nine lives since the Ilala was declared "unfit for service" 30 years ago. Though funnily enough, it's about as good as any other transport in Malawi.

Despite being laid low by nasty cases of strep throat [David's mysterious flu from earlier], we got our PADI certification while on Likoma, which means we can scuba dive in open water down to 18 meters "with a buddy." That's one of the reasons we've been away from email so long. We sort of missed the ferry on it's Tuesday morning run, so couldn't leave until Saturday (last week) and decided to take the scuba class in the meantime. It was lots of fun--now we just have to actually dive again.

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I know, I know, it's shocking to hear from us two days in a row when we should be out meeting people and seeing neat things, but after a miserable night, we decided David should get a malaria test done this morning, just in case, so we're taking a slow day. The test, by the way, was negative: thankfully he just has a really nasty sore throat with flu-like (and unfortunately, malaria-like) symptoms. We're actually too full of Tandoori food to write this email, but since it's a food theme, perhaps that's appropriate.

Interestingly, and somewhat to our surprise, there's a lot of fried meat around, with chicken being omnipresent (living or dead). The only American chain we've seen on the trip has been Kentucky Fried Chicken, though we haven't seen one here or in Mozambique, just S. Africa and Swaziland. There is, however, a South African fried chicken and chip chain called "The Hungry Lion," usually attached to an enormous grocery store, also of South African origins, ShopRite.

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Technically, there is no secret PC handshake, but as David points out, the lingo is just as good. We met Dakota, an education volunteer in Monkey Bay, on the minibus from Liwonde town yesterday. As he and David were chatting during an unexpected stop (caused by my sudden and desperate need to use a bathroom, any bathroom), the PC connection came up and he invited us to stay at the PC transit house here in Lilongwe. We're camping, still, but have made shameless use of their kitchen and hot showers, which is nice.

So, more interestingly, we've been to Zomba plateau, for some nice hiking and to Liwonde National Park, which was amazing! We had our first monkey encounter on Zomba with a lone Blue monkey, which scared all three of us. Much more exciting than seeing them in the zoo. We also went to a trout farm on the plateau, which was interesting. Trout (rainbow, by the way) are not native to Malawi. They were introduced by the British at the turn of the century, but they seem well suited to the colder streams of the plateau and Mulanje mountain. They don't live in the lake, so there's no disturbance of the chombe (a native fish) or chitilids (several different species of native fish).

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Zikomo (Hello):

We're just back from climbing Mount Mulanje, which is really a "massif," or cluster of mountains. (Don't you love how I write as though I have any clue about geology?) The whole thing was like climbing up or down very irregular stairs, but we had a lot of fun. We hiked for about four hours a day for five days and all of the huts (primitive camping, despite their names) were over 6000 ft. The huts (there are 7 on the mountain and we stayed at 4) are run by the Forestry department and each has a permanent caretaker. The caretakers work on two-week shifts and keep the huts supplied with water (from nearby streams) and wood for the fires (generally pine, though not always). We hired a guide, Harry, as recommended by the Forestry office. Theoretically the guides point out birds, trees, insects and animals. Harry's identification skills were a little rusty, but David and I had no complaints about his path finding abilities. We would have gotten lost at least half a dozen times a day without him. The "paths" were either faint through grassland or non-existent over large rock slabs. We came close to rock climbing a couple times, which is not an activity I'm fond of, but the whole experience was lovely!

Our first night, we met a group of 6 forestry officials who were carrying out a "cedar inventory exercise." The cedar on Mulanje is unique to the mountains, but is seriously threatened by introduced pines and (non-introduced, presumably?) aphids. This inventory will be used as a benchmark for later studies by the Mount Mulanje Conservation Trust (MMCT), a relatively new group as conservation isn't as important in countries where people have a difficult time feeding themselves. In conjunction with the inventory, the Forestry dept. has started burning large swathes of pine to be replaced by cedars grown in nurseries down on the plain. Additionally, (and painfully, we think), the forestry dept. employs men to carry 15 ft. pine planks down ON THEIR HEADS! Most of them are barefoot, which made me wince all the more. The worst part, though, is that they only earn 35 kwacha (or 35 cents!) per plank. At most we saw men with two planks, and since they can only make two trips a day, the income is pitiful. On the other hand, it is a way of providing jobs. There is a cable which can be used to bring the wood down, but many of the men "volunteer" to carry the wood down as a means of securing some money.

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