In Mozambique it always comes back door, World back, where the rules are written in blank notebooks. Always a cop, condemnation of this continent, fuck trying normal day to day. Mozambique calm for me, sweet and affable, but it's also sometimes falsely submissive and stirred in the shadows. The routine is this inconsistency that does not disturb the beauty of the place and the warmth of your hands. No looks that say nothing, it comes with the position of the shoulders.
A not educated enough not to offend and not firm enough to provide
After crossing the border, where the world falls apart to become a vast field lifeless (a mile across crops are drip), an agent starts the hunt that spans across the country. A warm greeting, a polite question and a crude attempt in which the shortcomings of whom are associated with the power portfolio. It serves others for personal gain. It is not usually violent, is always an attempt, a request to refresh, as they say here the police to biting, which usually it ends in a not polite enough not to offend and not firm enough to provide. So go across mobile radars and police checks that extend up to the capital and then 3.000 miles to its northern border.
Finally the two cars arrived at Maputo. The group is happy and lively. After leaving our bags in the guest house we go to eat at the Feima, park where all the artisans of the city are and who built the Spanish cooperation. There we served Natasa, teaches a beautiful Mozambican side A, which has a grin on his face always. Laughter, good vibes and some local dishes that have a different acceptance. At night the menu is mostly seafood and, somewhat less risky than the Matapa or caril of camarao, and is in the area, just a few meters beyond where you eat.
Play hold me until he sees that no note and let me go
That night we go almost all the legendary Gil Vicente to hear a local band some cheer after the 1908, cool bar from Maputo, until and late hours. Back at the hotel, on the avenue 24 July, a roadblock trying to cash. Want money because Txarli not carry the passport. Play hold me until he sees that no note and let me go. 100 meters later we again stop other agents. It is surreal. This time it is the car of my partner, Francesca, who comes and solves it with diplomatic plates. When Victor group the same thing happens later and with a heated discussion. It is heavy, but reality is a toll and insurmountable.
This does not prevent most of the group is at eight o'clock Sunday morning standing to give a small tour of the historic Maputo. No time to savor this capital, the only livable all met few in Africa. Maputo understood in downtime, in cafes, in the slow dinners. In any case, the city was as always generous with others.
Amaia led the purchase of material for giving children all go down the road
About ten o'clock we left for Chidenguele. Amaia led the purchase of material for giving children all go down the road. Children always look with astonishment and then rush to the car with that happy face with the kids on this earth before any gesture. We started the long life of Mozambican roads. We stopped to buy the cashew (Cashews) to alleviate hunger. Today we will not stop to eat to gain time. We arrived at Naara Eco Lodge, one of the most beautiful hotels in Mozambique next to a salt pond. Lino and Martin are going to do kayak and the rest enjoy this charming place.
The problem is that there have been some changes in personnel (today and this situation has been fixed) and the service is comic. We ordered dinner the waiters decide to modify at will. We ordered calamari, they bring chicken. He's hot, but it is not requested. "We are squid", replies the guy we noted after serving table with innocence and rotundity of the problems and solutions in this place. Roughly ideology this sequence is: hungry, order food, brings you and you end hunger. The fact that the request does not match with what is inconvenient served does not prevent successful large target: alleviate hunger. I think it was Lino which this logic aptly christened as "the third way".
It is an unspoilt beach, high dunes, long and deep, where the sea on the shore bristles
The next morning, After an idyllic dawn, we take the car and go to the beach, two kilometers. It is an unspoilt beach, high dunes, long and deep, where the sea on the shore bristles. Txarli, always traveling with his baseball glove and ball (say that singular mania), decides that this is a good place for us to do laces with some releases. Then part a young local fisherman who watched the scene curiously.
After relaxing morning we take great cars. The much sand almost left my car there, but the advice of Victor (rally driver) help me out. Victor is a kind of wise hands tenacity able to arrange for any situation that requires sweat and think a while. The other matters not at all interested and then removed to look for a problem to pass the time. He has his codes and hobbies and after many trips with him I learned that the best way to help is to stay in his things aside. It is a great guy, and a great friend, which has a vital uncommon generosity.
Your social life is blurred somewhat foreign meantime that makes a little less Mozambique
After Chidenguel had to Tofo, the villa Ipad travelers, dreadlocks and sandals. There we stayed at the Paradise Dunes, wicker site purest South African style. The huge beach in U is leaving small hotels best and worst sides level. It has a certain charm to your market and your social life that blends some foreign meantime that makes a little less Mozambique. It is in that mix lies the essence of Tofo.
The next morning the whole group goes to look for the whale shark, action that has made this place famous internationally. They get to see the silhouette of one of them in the distance, but become without diving with his immense body. A bitch when you consider that Victor and I from the terrace of the lodge we saw three was showing a fisherman. We even saw one jump on the horizon. Anything that is really wild is unsecured except for the zoo and aquarium.
"Nobody sat beside us as we", I have
Returning, on the way to Vilanculos, we tell the group crossing the bay between Inhambane and Maxixe in one of the local boats. They stay in the harbor and catch the ferry and we do the rodeo drive Peninsula. The idea was that caught a gnawed wooden boats in which the poster that says fit 44 people I always cover the number 60 and peak floating into the passenger compartment. It's a whole African experience and the route is about living well that, Real Africa outside the tourist. They accept, but not wanting to buy the ferry ticket to better take longer to level out. "Nobody sat beside us as we", I have. That is part of the African social reality in which the skin is creating artificial barriers.
We approach, after Viilanculos, what will be true frontier of travel, after which you can no longer select these discomforts. A new route somewhat harder. But before we had to enjoy this unique paradise that are the Bazaruto Islands. We did.
