Ruta VAP (IX): arrived on the island with no time

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At four o'clock we were at the train station Cuamba. The group went by train and we got along cars by a long sandy road. For me I think this is the closest thing we'll be running a rally. Victor and I were alone, fast, enjoying the journey. I had my music cd recurring blaring invariably without bothering or disturbing anyone (basically because there was barely anyone to be tortured with my terrible voice) . That feeling great to drive as if there were nothing else in the world screaming unknown songs with onomatopoeia to hide I do know them. On the sides we left few small villages, the strange rock mountains dotted along all the north and the eyes of some people who saw us go in awe.

Come out and get hands that carry live chickens, roast, fruit, wicker baskets ...

But the point of this ride occurs on the train and this time I could not go inside to go driving one of the cars. When we designed this rail route seemed the best travel experience. What group lived? He lived each stop chaos in which hundreds of people come to the mass of iron to sell everything you can sell anything you might need. As is, mass, in a scene where you do not know where to draw the eyes. It all happens very quickly and very slowly. The hundreds of vendors approach the windows where they are getting in and out hands that carry live chickens, roast, fruit, wicker baskets ... Spend African life in front of you and you contemplate from a privileged stage.

Then, on the train hours contemplating living a generous landscape and it is understood that around here have other rules when you approach the car-bar, with its old iron chairs and tables and someone calmly explains that it is time to close the windows. It is unhurried, break with the predictable, with one hand, while reading a book or sipping a beer. Then some stones, released by persons, hit wagons. They complain that the train does not stop at his village and they ran the business reported before. Then, after the rain of stones, lowered the windows again with the same calm that rose and life is still in place, marching to nowhere.

Then some stones, released by persons, hit wagons

So for more than ten hours in which the group came to Nampula. Some like Irene and Rose told me that they liked but done tad long journey and others like Txarli and Amaia they would do. In any case I think everyone enjoyed the trip for real, by unmatched experience.

From Nampula took the cars and went to Mozambique Island, ultimate destination of the route VaP.. It was dark when we crossed the bridge that leads to this beautiful island. We stopped at the doorstep Escondidinho, one of those places that have magic and charm. No more, had arrived. Peace and Víctor, we had a little hug from exhaustion was stronger after alone for and certain of what we had done. Over a year ago I took a drive from Madrid and went to Coimbra to see him propose and adventure. Today we were there, had managed to realize a dream.

Over a year ago I took a drive from Madrid and went to Coimbra to see him propose and adventure

Then came the holidays and relax in the beautiful, monumental and decadent Mozambique Island. The nine friends we had become a first bachelor had Lino and Martin who were leaving a day early. A few dozen lobsters and toast after we said goodbye to two friends (the Galicia'll go see if all goes as we talk when I return month and a half to Spain in January. A conference will be the perfect excuse for a reunion).

The other day we were a fun and amazing and shared confidences that are under our belt, as we left the hours go on an island that seems to contain the time between their crumbling walls. Rather it seems to demolish. It breathes a deep peace in this place.

Traveled with eight good people who want to share a dream

The morning 5 August left the rest of the group at the airport in Nampula. There were some tears suppressed emotion which in my case was mixed with terrible physical sensation hours after complicated lot and ended in another of those little adventures that live on this earth. But that is another story and shall be told another time. We were sad to say goodbye for the simple reason that they were having fun together, and did not care where.

I will say that when I imagined to finish this whole project not imagine traveling with eight people from the category of Victor Hugo, Amaia, Txarli, Rosa, Irene, Martin, Lino and Monica, Traveled with eight good people who want to share a dream, I was just one more, the writer of this text, and therefore I'm Javier, the ninth of this group who crossed Africa, Malaui y Mozambique.

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  • martin

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    Thanks for the ride Javier

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  • Rosa

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    A dream fulfilled and a shared dream.

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  • Linen

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    Repeat!

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