I know I keep repeating myself, when I say the landscape here in Africa is beautiful. But when we approached the border of Malawi, the mountains were adorable all around.

We also ran into the worst kind of monsoon rain, for about 30 minutes. We had to take shelter in a warehouse. The rain was massive, the roads disappeared in a haze.

Lukas and Ian abstained from Goretex his morning, but I put in the liner which came to good use in the rain. Weather improved and I removed my liner half an hour later I, too, was drenched. Lukas and Ian stopped and took off their BMW jackets, changed shirt and then donned just the liner, a procedure that I condemned: Riding with girlie liner? I planned to have the wind dry me out. Last tank stop for the day and new clouds towered at the horizon. I tried to put on the liner so nobody’d notice. Strange that everybody, including Lukas, saw this.

When we finally reached our destination Chintheche we found a paradise. A beach away from the main road, good service. What more can you want? I shot a photo from the door of my bungalow, specially for you at home in the winter darkness.

We ordered beer by bungalow-service and drank it on the beach after an exhausting day.

Then we got rid of the dust with an old-fashioned dip in the Malawi Lake, well needed against the collected dust.