Malawi wowie: It’ll blow your mind and sort out your head


Malawi wowie: It’ll blow your mind and sort out your head

Kayak cruising on Lake Malawi makes for quite a trip

Alexander Matthews

Verdant Domwe Island stretches out to my right like a finger into the lake. Behind me, the bustle of Cape Maclear has already faded: there is just the fish eagles’ call, the slap of waves against the prow. The wind rises, whipping water against my sunglasses, drenching my lifejacket.
I can’t see the camp until I’m right at the beach below, 40-odd minutes after we left – and even then there’s only a discreet arch of thatch protruding between leaves betraying its presence. For the next two nights this will be home. The hours unfurl languorously. I wallow in the transparent, silky water, head tilted up at the sky, as hamerkops float over us; or face-down with goggles and snorkel looking at the fish. There are more species in this lake than any other in the world: some are electric blue, others zebra-striped, still others brassy or brown.
Joseph Kamanje, the chef, whips up hearty comfort food (pizza, spaghetti and meatballs, decadently soft and fatty catfish), which we eat in the glow of insect-pocked hurricane lamps. One afternoon we walk up through the forest, which pulses with birdsong, insect chirrups and the crash of baboons and vervets between trees. After an hour we reach a granite outcrop. The lake is spread out below, as wide and silvery as the sea; Mumbo Island, our next destination, is a dark blotch piercing the haze 8km away.
That night a breeze mercifully shuffles through the trees. Maclear glitters like a diamond necklace in the distance. Rain patters then pours down onto the thatch; lightning flashes as faraway fishermen yell from their dugouts. I fall blissfully, wonderfully asleep. Mumbo remains disconcertingly distant. Head down, I count – to 100 or 500 even, and then look up; each time the lush green mound ahead has grown slightly larger, the guano-spattered boulders lining its base slowly become more distinct.
When we rest intermittently, I scoop my cap into the water and slap it down on my head, letting the cool dribble down my face. Then suddenly, we’re near. Edward Stephano, our host, is waiting for us on the sand. We stagger out of the kayak, accepting juices gratefully. I glance up at the huts perched amid the trees. My head swirls – this is a dream, The Lion King, The Jungle Book, Robinson Crusoe, heaven. We are the only guests that night: the island is ours. Map in hand, we go exploring. The setting sun washes through the forest; we watch the last of it filter through massing thunderclouds, then walk down to a little cove. I strip and run into the water; 20m away, dark blobs loom. I shiver. They’re surely just rocks – the last of the island’s crocs were shot ages ago. I decide to return to shore just in case.
Mumbo, beloved by honeymooners and active families alike, has earned some serious kudos: in 2012 it was one of only 10 establishments in Asia and Africa to be included in the UK Sunday Times Travel Magazine’s Top 100 Hotels in the World. In 2015 it was shortlisted for the title of Africa’s Leading Tented Safari Camp at the World Travel Awards. It wears its luxury credentials lightly, though. Like Domwe, the lodge is fully off-grid; no bricks and mortar were used in its construction, and there are bucket showers and pit latrines (very nice ones at that). Cuisine (fresh fish, grilled chicken) is “gourmet camp food”, as another guest aptly (and rapturously) described it on our last night.
Our stay melts away, a blur of swimming and paddling and snorkeling and lazing in the hammock. When it’s time to depart we decide to get a lift on the motorboat carrying our bags this time – too lazy to paddle the 10km back to Cape Maclear. We wave goodbye and I turn to face land. The bars of cellphone signal expand – reality beckons; so does home. Instead of the melancholy I expected, I feel a rush of something else, something insistent, iridescent. Four days unplugged and afloat in an island paradise has changed me, recharged me. I feel radiant and ready to face the world.
Kayak Africa’s Lake Malawi Island Hopping Adventure package costs R20,890. It includes all flights, transfers and meals, two nights on each island, and two at Gecko Lounge in Cape Maclear. If you decide to arrange your own travel or want to visit only one of the islands, contact Kayak Africa for a quote. SAA flies daily to Blantyre and Lilongwe from Johannesburg. A road transfer from either airport to Cape Maclear can be arranged, or you can hire a car: the trip takes about four hours.
Alexander Matthews was a guest of Kayak Africa.

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