Swish and Flick

Wendy has spent most of the last week stoof on the beach, bar or balcony shouting silly things like swish and flick and pretending to squish bugs and hit imaginary people in the nose. At the same time she has suceeded several times in hitting herself in the nose. Why? I here you ask (over the constant 'where is she' wailings of my dear mother), well I shall tell the. Wendy is learning to play poi. What is poi? I here you ask (over the 'ah there she is' sighs of same mother). Poi is traditiopnally from New Zealand but I'm learning it off an Irish guy in Malawi who's taking a year long honey moon (now in it's 14th month)to travel round africa teaching poi. It's kind of like twirling socks full of sand aroung your head but in a slightly more gracefull arty way. Little Sarah would lke it, So would Alex. Others will probably think I'm mad. I think I'm mad too. I may well be.
I didn't go to Mozambique, after three days on my desert island in a hammock it just seemed like far too much effort for what would be a very short yet expensive trip. I'm still in malawi staying at a gorgeous place on the lake with some of the most fantastically random peolpe I've ever seen a ll in one place. On Saturday I begin my journey home!!! Or atleast the first leg of it as I start heading back towards Tanzania.
For the record, I did manage to get money. I tried all the banks in Mzuzu and was met with a lot of very patronizing glares as if it should have been obvious that it is not possible to change tanzanioan money in the third largest city in the country closest to Tanzania. Duh. So feeling very very stuck and having used up all of my ideas I decided to do the sensible thing and start using some of God's instead. I'd already been warned that no Malawian ATM would take my card, but I figured I've nothing to lose by trying before I hit the black market. My favourite words in all the worls..."Welcome to Mastercard". Got to the point in the p-receedings where it's displaying the please wait while we process your request message. This is the point where ATMs usuallt spit out my card and tell me to go somewhere else. But it didn't. Instead it spat out my K20,000 (about 80 pounds, it's maximum limit in a day) and told me to have a nice day. What a very lovely machine. Yes I thanked God, a lot. And cries, alot more. I'm about half way through the money here now so I think I'm dping quite well if I do say so myself. Hoorah. Anyway, this is expensive (I'm a slow typer) so I'm offskis. I'll do all my e-mail once I'm back in TZ where it's cheaper.
Less than a month to go, I toasted the moment on 28th with a 7.20am beer with a man in a pnk polka dot skirt who later turned out to be the owner of the hotel. Nice place.