Nkharta Bay was introduced to me by Peace Core and the large majority of people I met there were Peace Core as well. Being surrounded by Americans was a relief from the grind of solo travel. Many things have been grand since I split with the Mesa State group but they were all shared by me, myself, and I. Although I think I make pretty good company if I hang out with me too long myself kind of turns into a dick.
This was also the place where I had hoped to catch up to Mark and Annie or Justin. Travel is funny that way though because according to the sign in book Justin had left the day before the Shobergs, and I arrived the day after they left. Well no hurry because I don’t feel like rushing Lake Malawai.
This ended up being a place where I read a lot and got a bit sick. Good thing two things Peace Core Volunteers have in mass amounts is movies and books. Also there were two rather charming young British women who accompanied me on the few adventures I went on in Nkharta Bay. The place was definitely not lacking adventurous activities, I was just adventured out and needed a reboot.
A short run in the rain ending in a great European pub for shelter after a very pleasant day chilling on a beach and doing a small amount of snorkeling was the only venture I partook in there. I had at least one of those great memories of nightlife I can’t seem to remember as well.
With the help of my British friends and the local volunteers I was able to plan my route to Livingstonia, and then Mbeya Tanzania to catch a train straight to Dar es Salaam. By reading Marks blog I found that there was a slight chance to catch up to them and I sent them one of those nifty e-mail things. Not Justin though that guy is off and running he’ll be in Russia by the time I reach Zanzibar. Off to Mushroom Farm, just that name makes me think it will be great!
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