Senga Bay, Malawi


Locals on the road to Senga Bay, Malawi — November 15, 1998

Photo by Todd Monge

Enjoying Senga Bay, Malawi — November 15, 1998

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Camping at Senga Bay, Malawi — November 15, 1998

It was mango season when we were in Malawi. People were lining the roads selling tons and tons of beautifully ripe and tasty mangos. The going muzungu rate was around 90¢ for a bag of about 35 mangos. Not a bad price. It was at Senga Bay though, that my 8-mango a day habit began to bore me. I don’t think I could have eaten another. About this time a gang of mango-selling youth approached me at this camp pictured above. They had a ginormous bag of mangos and asked me to buy them. Thrilled about the rock-bottom prices, I began to negotiate for the muzungu price of about 35 kwatcha for the bag. In the middle of the negotiations, I realized these mangos would go to waste if I bought them. There were too many; I opted out. The kids became upset. One of them, in a moment of coercive ingenuity said, “If you don’t buy our mangoes, we’ll break your windshield tonight!” He pointed to Breakfast. And there you have it; the story of how a one dollar investment in a bag of mangos saved Breakfast’s windy.

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I can’t believe this is a lake, Senga Bay, Malawi — November 15 1998

Lake Malawi is massive—so massive that you can seldom see the other side.

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Indecisive brunch, Senga Bay, Malawi — November 15, 1998

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Roland, Senga Bay, Malawi — November 15, 1998

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Anyone for a swim, Lake Malawi, Senga Bay, Malawi — November 15 1998


Countries visited - Africa 1998 - 1999

Africa route map

Our scehdule

I am not sure how it all got started. It wasn’t a magical spark of lightning that began the cataclysm, nor was it the supreme words of a higher being sending us on our way. Somehow, though, the powers of the universe contrived enabling our journey through the Heart of Africa.

It began quite innocently as an alleged trip to Bulgaria and Romania. This idea was eventually vetoed and placed “on hold” for future girlfriends. Zap—a long awaited spark was kindled—The Middle East: Yemen, in particular. And the visas were applied for, the air tickets purchased; and on a fine March 4th day we were on our way aboard a gleaming Air France 747 en route to Cairo, Egypt, via a five day layover in France.

We never did make it to Yemen, nor the Middle East for that matter; we headed South, instead, into the Heart of Africa, and what follows is the story of events as they unfold.

Egypt Ethiopia Eritrea Botswana Tanzania Madagascar Namibia Zambia Kenya Zimbabwe South Africa Uganda Malawi Mozambique