Yes, we are here!

It is early evening at Kanda Resort on Thursday, and the sun is already setting. The waves lapping the shores of Lake Malawi, which is so large that you won't see the opposite shore, sound like the ocean. Most of the 43 of us are staying here, traveling on two buses to the various places where we tour, eat, meet villagers and play.
We got here yesterday, after a several hour drive. We have all arrived, now, not without adventures that will turn themselves into stories: lost luggage (Diana has turned her lack of clothes-changes into a fashion challenge), having to leave one of our travelers at the airport in J-burg (poor Karen, but she finally made it the next day!), a flat tire on one of the buses.
Otherwise we are here, safe and sound, and full of curiosity and wonder. I can't imagine an easier large group of people to travel with.
Today we toured the village where Masankho's people live and meeting these warm and gracious people. They have welcomed us with open arms, and the more gregarious among us have already made many friends, even in our short time here. I watched James do magic for a group of children on the beach. Emily Chinthu is here, who visited San Francisco and Seattle, to show us around.
When we drove up after several hours crammed in buses, they were singing and dancing for us on the lawn. What a way to be greeted, a group of women on one side of the cottage, and a group of men on another, each doing their separate dance.
The group is settling into this new place and learning the lay of the land. We have been close to each other in transport and are opening our hearts to each other as well. Tears of wonder, joy, and grief have already been shared. It is incredible to be in Masankho's homeland!
There isn't a whole lot of internet access here, but we hope to stay in touch.
For now, though, back on the bus to go to dinner.
Love from all to all!
Phil