Ruta VAP (IV): the grotesque military convoy
In early April, Mozambique amenazaba with re-tear in one war fraticida like it that during 20 Asolo years this place and it convirtío en el más del poor planet. Rename it, Current political party in the opposition and guerrilla Luch with Frelimo (Current Gobierno) in the bloody civil war in the decades, had decided to re-advertise them weapons and that the N-1 road was cut stem nuevo notice between him and the Save River town of Muxungue (hablaron N-1, Only ellos control but that area).
Rename had decided to re-advertise them weapons and that the N-1 road was cut stem nuevo notice
In this time they have produced cars that make that journey and especially with civilian casualties have been killed in clashes with the army some guerrilla attacks. For quick summarize explain that after this conflict is nothing more than money. Mozambique has immense natural resources found (and coal gas) that will wear gold misery and everyone wants a large piece of the pie (I say that is a summary).
And amid all the fuss was us, VaP. issuing that had to cross the forbidden zone. After discussing with our travelers we decided to cross the N1 to visit Gorongosa. For weeks there was no civilian casualties and the army had put a military convoy vehicles we heard all kinds of stories. None resembled reality.
We decided to cross the N1 to visit Gorongosa
We got up at 03:30 hours soon reach the Save River Bridge where the convoy began. If you lose that you have to wait hours until the next. That night I got to sleep just one hour. "Fuck, picked the worst day to not sleep at all ", I thought to leave the room.
The road after leaving Pambarra was terrible, bumpy. The little light would not let you see an asphalt seems bombed and in which the wheels sink into the earth. But, I suddenly understood that fatigue had faded liability shock. I felt fresh. In the car, among our colleagues travel, there was not a visible gesture of concern. Light appeared and arrived at 6 in the morning to the "border" where we had to wait for the convoy.
I go with a home Lino offered her toilet by 5 MZN
Upon arrival we saw a long line of cars and trucks. We move among them and stand in front. People expected drop in routine carts who expects the Metro. The rogue has also made its appearance. There are vendors of soft drinks and water, children who ask the tonsils and houses that offer their bathrooms in exchange for money. I go with a home Lino offered her toilet by 5 MZN (12 cents). An older man takes a barrel of water after using the predecessor. By entering and see what I was about to ask as I'm better I should use the water over his head. Leaving, I see a woman who asks the "in charge" where she can take a shower and the man indicates a wall where 25 Tone meticais. Agree to do so and the old man goes for the bowls.
As, the temperature begins to look more festive than anything else. A ragged group of kids come to our cars and offer nothing and take fruit. They smile shyly until shame and lengthening are losing hands. Some have looks too clean and other age-dust on. Victor takes to take a nap. I'm trying, but I can not and I do a walk between cars and rest holding the steering wheel. Rosa, Irene, Txarli, Amaia, Linen, Monica and Martin again demonstrate in their stride which are types who enjoy. First live and then ask.
"Shit, we have seen. We're having trouble ", think
After more than two hours, suddenly appears the convoy oncoming. He heads an impressive tank placed. They begin to move cars and trucks to get the long group. At this point we see that the skate tour and ask Lino that makes a photo surreptitiously. It makes the vehicle abruptly and stops right in front of us. "Shit, we have seen. We're having trouble ", think.
This opens the "hatch" and get a guy who says he is hungry and give you drink. While opening the driver's door and asks us money too. The scene is surreal, types that we must protect us ask for money (In Mozambique this is insurmountable by agents although one is under nuclear attack). I tell them I am also very hungry and I have nothing and types closed and will spearhead our march with some anonymous hero aurea that beneath his mirrored sunglasses he grew two ears.
With the run command what should be a convoy becomes dozens of cars trying to cross the gate
We're running to cars. We are anxious to leave. Suddenly we see that the row fattening, much, to disappear. With the run command what should be a convoy becomes dozens of cars trying to cross the gate at a time. Never mind that the site is narrow, passes. We got pushed sneak. On the sides there are dozens of trucks standing waiting for us to pass. Suddenly everything is grotesque yet. On the other side is people to spend and there is no gap. Finally, between the shoulder and a thousand maneuvers clears all. There is no tension, are fits of laughter. It is fair then passes the sublime.
One imagined the convoy as a row of cars protected by military vehicles. But, note that some soldiers with their AK 47 have gotten into cars that have seats and armored see the safety car makes, as in Formula 1, to the start of the race. As is, the skate is set to "200 per hour" and go ahead and behind it there is a stampede of cars ahead anyway. We did not see our protectors.
The tanker is set to "200 per hour" and go ahead and behind it there is a stampede of cars ahead anyway
It was all against all, like crazy movie cars. It was grotesque. You'd see cars, trucks and vans ahead of any form. The only military we saw was a guy with sunglasses was in the back of a pick-up texting with one hand and holding the rifle with the other. "I was afraid that we accidentally shot himself", Victor then told me it had just ahead.
To complete this nonsense and, along comes a trailer for speeding in the opposite direction immense and without slowing. All we had to take to the land area to avoid being hit by a giant truck that should not be there or go in that direction. By then the tension had become jokes and laughter at something unimaginable. As much as I explain in words, I think it's impossible to get a sense of that nonsense without having lived. Finally we arrived and crossed Muxungue with the feeling of having experienced a farce manners of Mars. Everything happened as if nothing was.
Appears speeding one huge trailer in the opposite direction and without slowing
No matter if we sewed a guerrilla dead, sure the foam bullets and had been the only possible had fallen dead from the sky in a storm of bodies marrabenta dancing to the beat of the whistles of an orchestra of rooks. This was the madness, meaninglessness, The third way that we talked about in a previous post. The problem is that everything is real and the dead from this conflict and are buried. Madness kills, especially on this continent bled by fools and scoundrels.
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Monica
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Great Javier, parece que de nuevo estamos alli
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Juancho
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After all who lived before you guys arrived Delivery, I loved reading this story… Certainly, after the withdrawal of the safety car, how about quedastéis??? 😉
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Javier Brandoli
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In the middle of the pack. I remember a van full of people passed us putting the wheels on the ground, off-road, one thousand potholes and all milk. It was not easy, they looked trained. Embrace friend. A thousand kisses to you too Monica who lived this story with me.
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Elisa Brandoli
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Surrealist y muy divertido. Q when nothing matters I guess there are no rules or forms…
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martin
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Yes there are rules , Elisa , and your brother is a phenomenon adapting to them ; I have tried to learn from him and his exquisite forms ; of how a retirement Madrid can always get a smile from a Mozambican impeccable making himself understood in Portuguese……
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martin
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And all matter , but of no use complaining.
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Rosa
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When the whole group gave Javier the "yes" to cross the conflict zone on the N-1, we could not imagine that this section would be one of the funniest moments on the route.. The following minute after greets recordabn,, as you say, to Wacky Races, but I particularly not the movie, but a series of cartoons that I saw breeding; conglomerate meanwhile somewhere people would Dick Dastardly and his dog Muttley with his super Ferrari, Baron Hans Fritz, Macana siblings and sexy Penelope Pitstop.
Certainly, the trailer that oncoming speeding was nonstop honking as threatening: «apart or…» And that did Javier. But to my, best of all, is that the road took us to the site remember best keep: Gorongosa National Park.
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Amaia
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We saw many military, but none would get in our cars to protect. Why is Brandoli? Just give us more afraid that they…haha
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