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18th Blantyre Three Peaks Walk. 23 June 2002

'A torch may be useful' was the advice given to participants. As the walkers headed down Soche Mountain led by Martin Horrocks, we realised that it was bloody good advice, as we nimbly (speak for yourself, Gordon — I was NUMbly by this stage — ed) stepped around small boulders and tried to follow the fading light — yes, we had just enough torches at the end of the day. The 16 walkers made it to Zingwangwa and although we suffered some verbal abuse from 'well-wishers' on the roads leading to Blantyre Sports Club we made it back in one piece.

Fifteen people had set off at 5.10am earlier that same day, all in good spirits and happy to have Mike Petzold back in the team. We walked like the clappers and apart from a little hiccup caused by my good leadership in letting a few young 'uns lead the way, we were on the summit of Michiru to glorious red glows and a great view. Tea was served at 8.20 — only half an hour behind schedule. The 15 Michiru team: Gordon Benbow, Hitesh Anadkat, Andy Jones, Julia Greig, Mohammed Tayub, Akeel Hajat, Salman Issa, Bob Hancock, Frank Bell, Ryan Murphy, Edward Borgstein, Vishal Patel, Bob Patel, Mike Petzold, Yvonne Robb (Meths members italicised — ed).

With Martin and Miriam doing a sterling back-up job, I took them on my short cut across and through the lively villages to the Chileka Road. I really enjoy this part of the walk because you see all the locals in a myriad of tasks: making bricks; selling wood; anything you can think of. The people are very friendly at this time of day (they get stroppy as the day warms up — ed) and it is a joy to say muli bwanji.

The walk across the railway bridge was as hairy as ever with 'that gap' between the rails but we all made it to the Johnstons' house where we waited longer than we should have for some stragglers. I was wary about the next section because last year it had caused us so many problems, cutting through the 'roads' to Ndirande gully and then the problems on top fighting through the thorns. This time it worked perfectly for the lead group. I took a bee-line to the 'road' (no car could do it now) skirting the peak and cut back to the gully. The walk up the gully was steep but with good holds and before long we huffed and puffed our way to the top, young Ryan and Edward leading the way with the mountain man Salman Issa. The 360° view from Ndirande really was superb and the route down was perfect — we stayed to the right off the peak and found the path to Kamuzu view.

Lunch saw clock-watching and at least an hour behind — and we were really walking fast. No route problems on the steep track down to Hynde Dam and the weather was perfect — overcast and not too warm. Verena Petzold and Martin/Miriam quenched our thirsts once more, before the drag through Limbe and on to Soche Hill Secondary School. At this point Martin took over the lead. Brian Lewis, one of the foolish cycling three-peakers, took over the back-up. Verena joined the team for the third and final peak. Soche Peak is becoming harder to find with all the wood being cut down but Martin had done a fresh recce and kept us all together. It was a great feeling to get up the rock on Soche, but with the knowledge that darkness was fast approaching, we had to limit our time at the top. Pity.

We made it back at 7.20pm — too long, I know, but everyone was safe and sound. Many thanks to the back-up team. Next year, I might join the cyclists! Gordon Benbow

(At BSC, we were just getting into our liquid post-mortem when ESCOM struck. The club was plunged into inky blackness. But Verena had brought along a birthday cake covered in candles. It was your editor's birthday .. and 12th TPW — if I'm mad enough to do it again, it'll be 12½ — ed).

David (Shooting Stick) Leishman pitched up on our doorstep, having driven all the way from Katima Mulilo (2,000kms?) in Namibia for the Blantyre Three Peaks walk. He was three days late, the event having taken place the previous Sunday. When I told him, his language was unprintable — even for Meths! Mad Mike

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