SUNDAY. Rain threatened at first light and we all moved inside the second class cabin, but by 9:30 it was fine again so we all moved back outside.
There was an hour-long stop at the picturesque Likoma Island, where drums of fuel with thrown over the side of the ferry and towed ashore. The Mozambique Coast brooded only half a mile away as we set sail again, and we passed the day reading, talking and drinking ice cold cokes and beers.
CurseOfTheTraveller 