Here we found an Executive Lodge named for the local favourite condiment, and settled with gratitude into the executive suite , which contained enough beds for four. At least we would not freeze. We would not sleep much either. Around midnight I woke to the sound of footsteps and a tentative tapping. Some-one attempting entry to another room, I assumed, and tried to doze off.
People always wake faster when they hear their name called.
By now the tapping had become serious thumping, indeed ferocious bashing, and full throated hello-there s echoed through the building. Enough to wake the late, as they say in Malawi. It even woke Science, who strode out to still the noise. It was not some-one attempting entry, but a customer attempting to leave. We had been re-assured several times that the security was excellent, but we had no idea that they meant to lock us all in and take the key away.