25th October 2010
One of the best features of Kande beach are the hammocks that are hanging in the shade and so make the heat much more bearable.
Just lying in one, gently swaying back and forth and reading a book that is not too taxing helps my mind and muscles to unknot – but not for long.
AH is determined to get me on the lake. He has hired a double kanu for the bargain price of 1,000 Malawian Kwacha (less than US$ 6) for half a day, and now he wants to take me out.
He has not yet given up the idea that one day I might like to be on the water or even in the water rather than simply by the water.
Well, today is not the day for such a miracle.
As usual, I hate feeling out of control and out of my depth. Our tour guide's fantasy that we would paddle to the island , get off and make passionate love while whispering sweet nothings, remains just that: A fantasy.
All I care about is getting solid ground under my feet, as our conversation (ok, my monologue) reflects:
„Right... left... right... No, that's not fair! Don't change the rhythm mid-stroke... I can't keep up... Right... left... right... O, I give up! I shall not do anything now... O no, that's even more scary! I DON'T want to end up in the water. Who knows who has pooed into it, so get me back to shore... I DON'T want to explore the island. The boat sways too much when we get out and in... And look at those rocks... So let's turn back. Right... left... right...“