Nov 08 2011 Chimoio: Back to Africa

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  "there is a market in which they sell the remains of the wreckage and around a mass of people wandering selling, looking, going, buying, drinking or eating, that the street is the great house of Africans. Next to the bus station, always meeting place for the cities, there is a market for indoor wooden huts. Almost no light enters or run the air. The fishy smell is intense dry"

• Zimbabwe-066

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  "there is a market in which they sell the remains of the wreckage and around a mass of people wandering selling, looking, going, buying, drinking or eating, that the street is the great house of Africans. Next to the bus station, always meeting place for the cities, there is a market for indoor wooden huts. Almost no light enters or run the air. The fishy smell is intense dry"

• Zimbabwe-061

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  "there is a market in which they sell the remains of the wreckage and around a mass of people wandering selling, looking, going, buying, drinking or eating, that the street is the great house of Africans. Next to the bus station, always meeting place for the cities, there is a market for indoor wooden huts. Almost no light enters or run the air. The fishy smell is intense dry"

• Zimbabwe-069

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  "there is a market in which they sell the remains of the wreckage and around a mass of people wandering selling, looking, going, buying, drinking or eating, that the street is the great house of Africans. Next to the bus station, always meeting place for the cities, there is a market for indoor wooden huts. Almost no light enters or run the air. The fishy smell is intense dry"

Mozambique receives the cloudy. The road teaches an Africa less developed than Zimbabwe, although their times are opposites. Mozambique was until recently one of the world's poorest countries as listed by the UN and Zimbabwe is poised to have the dubious honor of reaching the podium in the coming years. Stated simplistically, Africa seems Mozambique Zimbabwe, if we understand African rural life of small plantations where the only light is given by the sun and the only water falling from the sky.

The small mud and thatch villages are scattered along the asphalt. A 80 kilometers of the border is the place where we sleep: Chimoio. In colloquial terms that I use with my friends this would be what we call a "hole". Putting an adjective is a "great hole" after both natural and postal Africa (I say this without the arrogance of both detest seasoned traveler, postcards that you hooked Africa as a drug and is enjoyed snacks like a banquet of exquisite food and abundant, but I missed their cities).

In Chimoio we stayed in a hotel, El Madrinha, that in the midst of that place is a five star luxury. You do not understand so everyone. The rooms are not equipped and appearance, compared to some of the places we slept before, seems a whorehouse road. I hear amazing talks. "Why is someone who flees to Africa Africa?”, I. The disorder is total, enter and leave rooms and mattresses Bernard strives to try to make the accounts with the owner. Nothing that is not normal out some luxury resorts where we have stayed. Such is life here and so must be understood. Keep in Chimoio a room with bath and shower, clean bed and even a fan is much more than what I had imagined I would find if I point out on the map. It is even in the shower is full of ants. You have to understand the place in which we.

After the little mess, Bernard, Fernando and I went out to get lost in the town. The city has a railway line that splits in two. Next to it there is a market in which they sell the remains of the wreckage and around a mass of people wandering selling, looking, going, buying, drinking or eating, that the street is the great house of Africans. Next to the bus station, always meeting place for the cities, there is another wooden market stalls this time indoors. Almost no light enters or run the air. The fishy smell is intense dry. Dozens of stalls sell kilos of fish whose stench hits you throat. In other positions sold tools, dvd, or scraps of clothing. A microcosm of Africa to trade with the air.

there is a market in which they sell the remains of the wreckage and around a mass of people wandering selling, looking, going, buying, drinking or eating, that the street is the great house of Africans

We went back to the street, it is night, and the crowd begins to dissolve something. The three have a certain curiosity about the environment, for the life of a city that seems inexplicable. A more. As great as insufferable. So much and so little to do. It is a rare blend. Not Chiomio a site for tourism, in which the sensations are triggered by a beautiful environment, the cultural history. But, I think is a timely stop, almost obligatory, for all who come to this continent. Some people, much, to come to Africa and do not know what they smell their markets, No one ever takes a beer in the Township road between a suburb of clay. The big lesson is not visual, is personal. When the threshold is crossed machetes discover that no waiting, there is a single market, poor, but a market.
Back at the hotel we met up with Benson, Jenson y Lion, three Zimbabweans who have joined us on the trip. Team played pool until dinner we share with them quite acceptable in a bar next to the Madrinha. Jenson tries to flirt with the young waitress, pretty enough, but the conversation becomes impossible. She does not speak English and he feels somewhat intimidated by the presence of five guys who look descojonados to their somewhat clumsy attempts to make contact. The girl's boyfriend comes to tidying things and decided to go to sleep after a few drinks. In the room listening to the music of a disco-high close. The next morning, no more waking up early, is now heard the hoarse voice of roosters clearly resonate with the recent. From my window looked at the rows of people walking along the road, chaos begins. Sunrise in Africa.

This trip is part of the route of the agency Katanga Zimbabwe: Walking Great Zimbabwe

Route Kananga:http://www.pasaporte3.com/africa/viajes/zimbabue-mozambique/zimbabue-mozambique.php