Weekend in Senga Bay

This weekend, fully rehydrated and almost completely back to my normal self, I joined about 18 ex-pats (Americans, Canadians, South Africans, Brits, Irish, Dutch, and Norwegian) on a weekend trip to Senga Bay. We stayed in The Wheel House, a huge hulking thing built in the 1800's for some colonialist. The architect humbly put his initials, CS, into every piece of ironwork...as shown here in the window of my room. But I guess it was quite a feat, building this thing right into the rocks atop a cliff...The house itself is pretty shabby and parts fallen into disrepair...which I think just adds to the charm for everyone.

I didn't take a picture of this, but Sunday morning I was drinking my coffee on the round sunroom that looks off the front of the house, and as I set my coffee on the side table I noticed that the pedestal holding the table up was an elephant foot. It was a very Edgar Allan Poe moment and I subsequently lost my appetite for breakfast.

Senga Bay Sunset.

Vervet monkey waiting in the mango tree for us to leave food on the beach...eventually he got tired of waiting and started rifling through some other couple's picnic basket that they had left on a table. I know the monkeys are pests here, kind of like squirrels at home...but they're still cute. Most of the ex-pats who have been coming to this spot a lot have ceased to be enamored with them though...at 5am they start running across the wheelhouse's big tin roof like a herd of schoolkids on the playground.

Senga Bay, Lake Malawi. I don't think the photo is quite exposed enough to see it, but you can barely make out the opposite coast of Mozambique in the haze...