A windy lake

We both sleep well. Barring a rather ill fitness mosquito net this is probably the best room that we’ve slept in.

There is hot water in a thermos and I make an Aeropress, Jordan a Rooibos tea, and go down to the deck. We were thinking about trying to go for a sail on one of the small boats, but there is a proper gale blowing this morning and it doesn’t feel like it would be a relaxing time.

We make a little Futurelife breakfast and mill around, enjoying having nothing to do. Jordan has a sleep and I fiddle around with Bovineiterology. Gilson approaches me with a question of if we’d like to go sailing - yes please! We arrange to take the big catamaran out to the island that afternoon for a sunset sail.

Deck chairs have never really played a big part in my life. Until now.

We scrounge together a small lunch and while making two minute noodles in the kitchen Gilson comes to tell us that since making the plan to go sail and prepare the boat, the wind has absolute died. We’ll wait until 4pm otherwise go tomorrow morning.

While Jordan rescues small insects from the pool we notice the wind coming up. I go chat to Gilson but he’s expert eyes spots large dead patches on the lake, he says it would be best to wait until 4pm to see.

We have a rest and then I go chat to Gilson. There isn’t a breath of wind on the lake and we decide to postpone the sail until tomorrow morning. He tells me about his nearly 40 year career of sailing on Lake Malawi.

Reclining in a deck chair looking over the mirror flat lake I finish up Bovineiterology. I’m actually very proud of it! I’ll give it another proof read and let Jordan do the same tomorrow.

We listen to the owners entertain guests on the deck, talking about their new neighbors in rather harsh terms. Jordan and I do some painting on the deck chairs.

There’s a warm wind blowing from the south and the mosquitoes are nowhere to be seen this evening.