From The Fat Monkey i moved down to Zomba. I meet and chatted to 2 AIDs Volenteer workers at Fat Monkey, who told me that the Mt. at Zomba is very lovelly. The winding road up the mountain and the views over the plato? where some of the best ive seen since i was in Alaska, fantastic.

I arrived at the camp to find they wanted mk600 to camp and no views, just a mozzi infested lawn to lay out on. I got on my bike to leave while a couple where backing out in their 4x4. We spoke for a moment and it seemed that he had been there a few days. He was going for a tour up the Mt. further and said i could follow if i wished. It turned out he was going to a look out way up top. It was great. I told him about the cost of the camp and he showed me a nice place a little from the lookout that i could camp bymyself for free. That was me, i set up camp and procceded to read my new book to the sound/views of monkeys in the forest all around me.During the nites camp i heard a sound, sure it was from a gun, i sat upright sortting out the sounds. Low and behold i heard a car/truck coming along the track. In a short time i also saw the lights, it came around the last corner before my camp. I thought of getting out to chat but decieded to stay in the tent and ignore them and hopefully they would do the same for me. The 4x4 just quietly passed by, no hassel, no problem.

The next day i spoke to a worker (at the camp i didnt say at) about the gun shot during the nite, he said it was not uncomon for poaches to roam the Mt.

The most beautifull of sites i see in Africa are the little babys/children on the ladys backs, or feeding from the breast. Wide eyed and lovely. It was no different on the road to Blantyre.