It’s been hectic, pushing 30 to 50km per day to make up lost time in Nkhata Bay. Impossible to sleep anywhere without children, sometimes of the hundreds bombarding. You want to stay sane and smiling but the tiredness gets to you.
In each village (or random beach) I have to meet with the chief (the guy in the white shirt) and he decides whether I stay or not. Some of these people along this massive lake have never seen a foreigner, so for me to speak English with a black face is completely alien to them.
Today I had some problems with the kayak, where it nearly went sinking 2km out in the lake. That was the scariest moment, forget the 3 – 4 metre high waves, they’re fun. But having your boat sink while adrift can really get your nerves going. I managed to swim ashore (along some rocks) which had me scraped up head to toe, however I survived and managed to save the kayak as well. Lesson well learned.
The biggest obstacles aren’t: nearly drowning in a river, falling off a long board at high speed, drag racing, getting shot at by rebels or dying from heat exhaustion, just to name a few things that have happened. The biggest obstacle has been dealing with people. I had to dance over lava just to receive a kayak that a week ago seemed like an impossible dream, but here I am with the perfect kayak and all because of the generosity of a few amazing people who believed in my cause. I am incredibly grateful for Myburgh and Willie to have given me their kayak to use for the one month it takes to cross the Lake as well as Kay De Silva and Bernie who have helped connect me with these guys and of course everyone else who was a part of this mission. They trusted not only my capabilities but also my spirit of adventure and exploration. It is only through exploration and rugged adventure that you will discover humanity. After a week of hustling and getting turned down at every corner I am now ready to row.
A modern explorer recently finished a voyage of walking across Africa entirely by foot and kayak.