The Underwater HouseLake Malawi had never seen such a commotion.
From being a speck on the horizon, the river barge grew, slowly becoming a floating carbuncle, and finally it materialized in the middle distance and turned slowly sideways, to throw out the anchor. It was about two hundred and fifty meters from the lake shoreline. For the onlookers gathered on the shore the uninterrupted noon view was now somewhat blemished. But the mystery that this sight brought compensated.
The shore was a long white beach away from any ocean. It was autumn. The onlookers were people who came out for the day from the nearby chalets to swim, swimmers and tanners, and the odd diver or two who periodically emerged from the water with snorkeling gear. There were also vendors selling products to tourists.
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