To reach a port, we must set sail.

My first sailing experience was not so philosophically motivated as FDR's quote may suggest, but it was nonetheless diverting and lovely and memorable. Yesterday I joined the Ms, along with a few other ABC families, on a day trip to Kamuzu dam, the location of our water supply and the only sailing club I've heard of here yet. 

The day was sunny and bright and very still when we arrived, but the wind picked up after our picnic lunch, so out we went. There were also rowboats, which we made use of as well, but I must say I soon developed a great appreciation for wind power. 

This guy was ready to head out.  

This one sailed his hammock-boat over stormy seas, using a funnel (I think) as an oar. 

You're welcome for the pictures. I'm sorry I have no evidence of my newly developed, but nonetheless enviable, sailing skills...er, not really. I did not sail, but went along for the ride. It sufficed for the time being. 

And as we left, there was a sunset to make your heart soar. My phone camera did it absolutely no justice, and I can but give you a glimpse of the glorious Malawi sky.

Just as a post script, since I'm loading pictures anyway, here's a picture of my princess bed! I've had a love-hate relationship with this canopy. Ha. I mean treated mosquito net. I hate when it touches my head getting out of bed in the morning. I love that it keeps the mosquitos from giving me malaria as I sleep. I hate the way I can't make my bed properly because it always has to be tucked in all the way. I love that it keeps the spiders off my face. I hate how it keeps me from ever sitting and reading on my bed during the day. I love that it keeps geckos from settling in my pillow. See? Love-hate relationship. It's great. 

With that farewell.

"Sail, not tie at anchor.

Sail, not drift. "