We pitched our tent on the beach at this resort for a few days. Likoma is blessed with boabab trees, mangos, and beaches.
While Likoma has some pleasant walks, a witch doctor and a big stone cathedral, most activity centres on the water. Sitting near it, looking at it, maybe even going in it.
We disembarked via a boat like this, in the dark. Unlike the MV Illala in Malawi, shore transfers cost. We had to wade waist deep to shore, into a dark village. It had no food for sale and no hotel.
We slept on the bus which was leaving in the morning.
Built in 1911, St Peter's Cathedral on Likoma Island, Malawi, is one of the largest in Africa.
The main harbour of Likoma Island, Malawi. Development has had little impact on life here. While that makes for a pleasant stay for visitors like us, life is difficult for locals.
Fishing boat pulls into shore in Likoma Isand, Malawi.
Jostling through the crowds to the hatch, and descending the stairs with a fully loaded pack makes for some nervous moments. Yes, that is a wheelchair.
Likoma Island, on Lake Malawi.
Doorway of a hotel which was far too grand for its location by the dock at Nhakotakota, where we caught the MV Ilala to Likoma.
Getting to Likoma Island on the MV Ilala, which was a very pleasant journey. Unlike, the Liemba in Tanzania, the first class deck was for first class passengers.
The MV Ilala has served Lake Malawi since the 1940s.
Passengers leaving Likoma in the morning light.
The "resort" kitchen and dining room. Likoma Island is not the most developed place around.
Fishing is the main industry, along with farming, for residents of Likoma Island, Malawi.
There are just a handful of places catering to tourists on Likoma Island. Walking around the small island, you get reactions like this regularly.
Our beach camp with some foliage to get it some colour.
Loading up for an island hop.
A home made canoe for fishing.
Cathedral gardens on Likoma.
Wading ashore in the sunrise light did cause some shrinkage, but also some good memories.
Kids off on an adventure by boat.
A tatty old sail does the job for a sailor on the lake.
Definitely not overloaded as passengers go ashore.
A big old tree on a small old rise above our camp.