Amore and Misteria in Maputo
We already dark the road to Maputo, capital, after leaving his door Kruger further south. I have to pay two tolls, one of 105 MZN (3 EUR) and a 20, to enter the big city. Astonishing rate in a country that, as told on occasion of my previous visits, in 2010 nearly blown up by the rising price of bread in something less than 0,2 EUR. The revolt ended more than 70 dead and the army beating the streets of masses tired of seeing that the future always belongs to the other.
The capital has the same appearance as other big cities in Africa. "Here they call outside the city of wattle and cement the city center", I said Ana Paula. The distinction has to do with the material from which houses are built. The cane crop infinite disordered as a puzzle where nothing fits, while the center retains its eerie sometimes, forgotten years. But, in the eleven months ago that I was passing by noticed changes. There are still holes in the streets, fallen trees or broken sidewalks, but the feeling is that there is more cleaning, being rebuilt some derelict buildings… In short, at that immense mass of dust as something moving slowly forward in the rest of South Africa.
The distinction has to do with the material from which houses are built. The cane crop jumbled like a jigsaw puzzle infinite
We arrived at Mandala, a small tastefully decorated Guesthouse. I prefer this type of accommodation to large hotels because it is easier to make your home. At night we went to dinner at Peri Peri. The food in this country is always good and the nightlife is still surprising to one accustomed as I, South Africa, to see empty streets after dark. Here the city is full of life in the dark. There is no fear or not verbalized. One is freer in Maputo to Cape Town. I like this place, I have always been very happy here.
After dinner began that night can be fun and strange that I have lived on this continent. In the car stopped us and some guys who went down the windows and we were invited to a party. We said no and we saw them leave with the feeling that they had to invite all cars from Maputo with which cross. What would happen if you let them?
It was so perfect the environment that gave the feeling that at some point end up all going to one of the old locomotives and starting somewhere named Macondo
We did not showed up at the bar and the beautiful railway station in the city. We paid the equivalent of seven euros and sat down to hear a concert by a group of Swazi who sang with the entrails. It was so perfect the environment that gave the feeling that at some point end up all going to one of the old locomotives and starting somewhere named Macondo.
But the night turned into sublime perfect. At the end of the concert began to dance. Ana Paula challenged the football to a group of boys; Victor rediscovering old friends, www.viajesalpasado.com/wp-content/uploads/maputo-104.jpg, Mysteries, who approached him. Alegre and was pretty amazing ease compulsively to teach your child's photo on your mobile.
Soon there is another pretty girl who tells me that his name is Amore and you start talking. Neither the name of any aspect or inviting to think that working in an NGO but the atmosphere was hilarious and our ability to discern small, more with the appearance of a Portuguese who seemed to have clearer Amore profession and paid the 200 rounds that I asked and he was paying promptly (we had no local currency and the card did not work). We are not interested in prostitutes (Daniel also spoke), never have, but the situation was funny to keep it as a funny night. It was.
www.viajesalpasado.com/wp-content/uploads/maputo-104.jpg. The would leave in a taxi to get to the accommodation, www.viajesalpasado.com/wp-content/uploads/maputo-104.jpg
Suddenly we are told that the bar closes, too late, and when we went to the car we see that the Portuguese and the two girls up to our vehicle by osmosis. The would leave in a taxi to get to the accommodation, www.viajesalpasado.com/wp-content/uploads/maputo-104.jpg. Dani y Misteria, to reach the last, get on back, loading area, and the rest of us slaved even with drink in hand in the remaining seats. Murphy's Law was fulfilled to the letter and a police check 300 meters after our car stopped. I can not explain very well what happened, respectfully tried to simulate our happy state, and soon the Portuguese Amore mad and began a brutal discussion with the agents.
In any country would have ended all, in the best, in jail. The trailer came to be called Luso bastard and racist police and insulted them shouts Amore, pushed and said he was not afraid. www.viajesalpasado.com/wp-content/uploads/maputo-104.jpg. www.viajesalpasado.com/wp-content/uploads/maputo-104.jpg, as if the scene had been with me. The best was when Daniel tried to get off the vehicle to politely explain the situation to the agents and was slammed in the face of Ana Paula. Maybe not the best time to teach that in the back were two other people, more when we found out later that at that time was one of the officers gun unholstering (amidst all the tension, was much, the situation was even comical).
The trailer came to be called Luso bastard and racist police and insulted them shouts Amore, pushed and said he was not afraid
Finally everything settled down and surprisingly let us go. Upon arrival at the Guest House and only with the two girls of which there was no way to discard, went to order them a cab. We hardly had time to finish the night with some normal while we managed their march. The owner saw them and said, shocked that prostitutes did not come home. It could not be more surreal the moment. Amore explained to the woman she was a prostitute, yes that Misteria, what is already his head was like listening in a position to tell Stalin that Hitler was a bad person.
We already watched everything in the distance, with sorrow and fun, after living one of those crazy nights when you can get into the travel and you never forget. They marched (Amore cost him more than he smoked some cigarettes and drank several beers before getting off the couch) and four of us still remember laughing in the car the best moments of the night we went to hear a concert at the station of Maputo.
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Ann
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Jajaja. Look, look Amore Misteria and common names, common,. eh?….
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Javier Brandoli
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To us it seemed
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ahoratocaviajar
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What an adventure!! Pure essence of your traveling!
A very entertaining post. Thanks!
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