Love Potion #9

During the second half of our time on Lake Malawi, we were at another campsite with heaps of the overland trucks around. Having bar tabs quickly turned it into a big night out which for some reason ended with everyone having arm wrestling constests representing their countries.

The next day to relieve the hangovers, a few of us went on a village walk. It wasn’t as detailed and varied as the previous one, but we ended up at the witchdoctors house. After waiting a while, we were escorted into a little house, and a small gathering formed with a guy playing a bongo drum in the corner. The witchdoctor came out and the dancing began. Due to the darkened room it did give a strange creepy vibe but only started getting weird when they handed him burning embered sticks and he began biting off the ends and chewing the embers. Good times.

Once the show was over and a connection was made between us, we had a reading done of our futures. I didn’t believe it too much, as it’s all for fun. Me and Amber went together and he stated obvious things about our relationship, mentioned our next job will be the right one and if we work hard, we will go far. The most interesting bit was that in 3 years we will apparaently have our first child. It will be girl, boy then girl. Which means 3 in total, and is slightly terrifying. I hope he is wrong.

One of the girls bought some anti-hangover potion to tryout later that evening. Apparently he does cure many illnesses, but not HIV/Aids. Quite realistic. He did offer various love potions to create a relationship or strengthen one. And yes, they were called Love Potion #7 and #9. Just like the song (which I’m sure was the inspiration in the first place).

In our final days here, we headed down to the beach to re-meet some boys selling things. One of them noticed I had one more braclet then before and started scorning me – “You promised you would buy from me, this is a big problem for you”. Amber quickly turned before I could say anything and told him not to talk to people in that way as his friend quickly agreed it was not my problem but his friends. Too funnny.

From here we moved into Tanzania, for a night of hot hot showers and Amarula hot chocolates. Amarula is like an African verision of Bailey’s, but way tastier. Sorry to any Irish readers, but its a fact…

We ended up in Dar es Salam for a quiet night of meeting one new person on our tour, then awoke early to catch the ferry to the magical spice island of Zanzibar