I doze until 7:30 and then get up and have
breakfast with Tony. TJ was
well sozzled by mid-afternoon yesterday, and is not in evidence. Tony
eventually gives up his seat to four charming young ladies called
Corrina, Elly, Helen and Lucy, so I spend an hour or so chatting to
them.
There are several stalls set up selling food, drinks, T-shirts and
trinkets, as well as several charitable organisations. Children In
The Wilderness
is one. Their Malawi branch is actually based at the Chinteche Inn, and
I had intended to visit them. I have already exchanged emails with Mai
Ensmann,
who works at the Chinteche office (actually she may not be called
Ensmann any more, as she had just returned from a trip home to the US
to get married). CITW specialise in providing local
children with the opportunity to visit the wildlife which, in the
normal way, they would never be able to afford. I know from my time in
Bangula that most African children have never seen an elephant or a
giraffe, and CITW, do a marvellous job rectifying this, and regularly
take groups to Mvuu camp in Liwonde, as well as to other reserves. One
of the things I very
much want to do (and that I have already discussed with both
the
teachers in Bangula and the game wardens at Mwabvi), is to provide ways
and means for the children in the area round the reserve to visit Mwabvi and see the
wildlife there, and indeed this is also one of PAW's aims. I am glad to meet Mai and tell her about Mwabvi, and I
expect I shall be in touch with them again. Patricia Kalliati, the minister for Information
and Tourism, is
officially opening the festival today, and I am hoping to meet her. In the
meantime I chat to Cindy Lou, a reporter who lives in Belgium,
and
take the
opportunity to tell her about PAW in the hope
of getting an article in some influential publication.
I see the Minister (opposite in photo), meeting and greeting
visitors with her team, and just as I am trying to think of a good way
to
introduce myself I find myself right in her path. Before I can say
a word she shakes my hand and asks me who I am, so I quickly give her
some information about PAW. She listens to what I have to say, and
at the end of it she she asks me to
come and see her at her office in Lilongwe
on Wednesday and moves on. A good result - and somewhat easier than
arranging
a meeting with a UK minister!It occurs to me that it would be a
very good idea
to have a consultation with one of the PAW directors,
either Gaynor or Ken, before
the meeting on Wednesday!
In the afternoon I listen to the music, but it
is mostly DJs and very
boring. However it is great for photographs, everyone is so colourful,
and
there are some wonderful characters about, including Darren Bruessow,
who has divested himself of his frock, but is otherwise enjoying
himself as much as he always does. The
star of the festival is a singer named Yewande, an American despite her
name (which apparently means "reincarnation of Grandmother"
in
Yotuba). She has a lovely soulful dark-brown voice and is a welcome
relief from the sound of vinyl records being scraped backwards
underneath a blunt needle. At the end of her act she invites some of
the people nearest the stage to come up and join her, which turns out
to include Sarah and Sam and the two Hannahs, so I grab lots of
pictures for them.
I end up back in the bar where I chat with Cindy-Lou and also meet
Becky, Vicky and Sophie. I also
get to meet Yewande, and have a chat to her, and even get my
photo
taken with her, although by this stage I have had a few beers, and also
apparently caught the sun, and am not at my most photogenic (but hey,
when she's famous maybe my
photos will be worth something!)
Before I know it, it is 1
o'clock, and I stagger off to my tent.