From the sky the world is different, is equal, seems fairer. The distance erased traces. The differences are blurred, destroyed roads are just lines, adobe houses are simple roofs where no wood smell of mud stoves. From the sky the world is unreal, distant, nice. A palette of shadowy forms.
My old to Tanzania begins with a plane that looks more like a bus. Never took a trip with two stops for travelers up and down. From Maputo to Dar es Salaam the airplane stops in Nampula and Pemba and gives the impression that it could go ashore to pick up anytime someone saw the pilot to lift the finger.
The same philosophy that buses, or taxis, Bikes, bikes ... Space and time far less important here
So are the cheapest in Africa and so should be. No passengers sufficient to monetize line Mozambique to Tanzania so take advantage and for all times as it takes for the middle. The same philosophy that buses, or taxis, Bikes, bikes ... Space and time far less important here. Luxury is not comfort, is movement.
Since Mozambique is especially beautiful sky. The flight is along the coast and you can observe the endless sands. Behind them, Sea glued, are dozens of huge freshwater lakes forming a small inland sea broken by patches of land. In between there are endless rows of palm trees and paths that seems not going anywhere until you discover finally going somewhere.
Roads that seems not going anywhere until you discover finally going somewhere
I flew for the first time the islands of Bazaruto and Vilanculos my beach. I tried to make out my second home, the Villas do Indico, but I could not distinguish our bungalows. In the background I saw from the sky islands of Benguerra, Bazaruto y Santa Carolina. The first two seemed larger than when I boot. Sand dunes of immense form an impossible among much water. Thence, from above, seems that the desert opens became snacks from the sea. What part to gain a foothold from which to draw his head. The pictures are very bad because I have the sun in front. What I see is wildly beautiful. Santa Carolina, however, is a warm tone stain. From so high is so small it looks like it could pop out if you do not want to walk.
Then, after stopping and getting off the plane in Nampula and Pemba, the plane flies over northern Mozambique and its trail of small islands. I have not yet been in the Quirimbas but I could have followed my instincts have asked me to open the door and throw on that sea. Rarely saw a green so green and blue as blue as it could be seen from my window. First, the plane turned leaving the beautiful bay of Pemba back then began to show a lot of small islands each more heavenly. It looked like a watercolor from which to draw the world.
Begin to show a lot of small islands each more heavenly
Then, I lingered at some point in trying to guess when finished Mozambique and Tanzania began. He must have a border indicate air when you've crossed a border. We could entertain us lie saying that the change is very noticeable. The new houses, roads, Crop, tones of water or any kind of idiocy that allows us to establish ourselves in the deception that is often reality eye. If you know that a country is more prosperous than the other insurance is in seconds tens of evidence impossible, because as I said from the sky the world is equal.
We finally reached Dar es Salaam. The other time I flew here three years ago I arrived at night and left at night so in my mind this city since the clouds are a lot of small lights that stretched my feet. When I began to make out the great city looked a long expanse of houses and some skyscrapers that could well resemble Madrid. Then, when the plane began to descend disappeared that fine utopia of heaven and taught the world your reality every meter in which closer look.
The skyscrapers were there, African symbol that advances and improves decades
The good houses and factories were there, African symbol that advances and improves decades, and surrounding them, houses a minute ago seemed deformed garden chalets, were ugly. The chalets were now slightly shiny concrete houses, and then found that their tin roofs were, and then there were the gardens, and then there were crowded tens flimsy barracks for which there was no air. Although increasingly, this is still the reality of the African land. No more air utopia.
