A Mozambique got more running than flying. Racing through corridors and 13.000 "Excuse me" with corresponding 13.000 jostling each of the airports that crossed. I always felt that no one ever came and I did last nudge hollow. Everything happened fast, no time to think I installed so far, until the aircraft airlines stopped Mozambique Inhambane, a stopover before reaching Vilanculos.
I was unable to be in Mozambique. If anyone had started walking I would have stopped
Then I went down again at the old airfield, small, charming, where you walk around the track and you will reach a checkpoint where you get a card that teach to exit and enter the boarding area (old one shack). Legally I had not yet come to Mozambique, still no visa. I decided to leave the shack and go out. The guard asked me not look or accreditation. I left the airport. I was unable to be in Mozambique. If anyone had started walking I would have stopped. I lit a cigarette and then another. I looked at that little meaningless work and realized that I was back in Africa. There was nothing in that scene that mystify. It was not anything important. It just happened that at that moment I realized that I had gone to live away, something that always happens in an instant all travelers. I felt the emotion of new things.
I finally reached Vilanculos. I reunited with my friends Victor and Ana Paula. With Melissa and Paulo. Con George, a type of world that knows the environment. Nothing has been difficult. In this place since the first time I felt at home when I got over a year ago for the first time. Today it is, Who was going to tell me then. There were dinners, cups, laughter and long conversations.
He looked with his eyes almost closed by water and ice that fell on us and everything around seemed wildly beautiful
Two days later, one morning, left with four clients, among which was a major Italian designer, to sail to the islands of Bazaruto. The day was closed. Clouds, even violent, seemed to be marching inland. Decidimos partir en la barca a navegar por el Índico. A medio camino, suddenly, the sky was dull, the wind hit with more force and began unloading a fierce hailstorm. Unexpected time, que hacía años que allí no sucedía, and the horizon became an intense palette. The sea is green and the sky turned dark gray. He looked with his eyes almost closed by water and ice that fell on us and everything around seemed wildly beautiful. The towing vessel waves. Far, Benguerra Island. Llegamos a la playa del lujoso hotel Azura. Went on fine sand, Looking back and the sea did not seem to belong to this place.
