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Life outside the mosquito netting
... a 7 week holiday from his accounting job at Oracle. He was growing tired of his job and was threatening to quit, at which point his boss suggested he just take the rest of the year off. He agreed.
The Nomad group was led by a constantly shirtless 33 year old South African that has been traveling non stop for at least 15 years, spending some time in Israel. The paid passengers consisted of: a hilarious Australian with a suspicious South African accent which he attributed ...
Mozambiquing
... and to get there we hoped on a safari jeep converted into a taxi. During the bumpy drive over we kept getting glimpses of the amazing waters. Strips of black kelp ending in aqua green waters ending in white sand bars and into blue deep waters. Zombie Cucumber (named after a novel) is simple but great. We decided to "splurge" and instead of staying in a large dorm, we got a chalet which is basically a thatch roofed bungalow, with a sole light bulb and a tired fan. ...
Hitch hiking - what's all the fuss about?
... top truck, were the driver immediately tried to charge twenty times the usually fair, of course I paid the local price, we headed to a backpackers called Zombie Cucumber. (The name has something to do with a famous Mozambique book, my first question).
After a quick turnaround we were on the hunt for a dinner fit for a king, we felt this was the least we deserved after enduring such a long and at times painful journey. We were successful and three dinners ...
Up the Mozambican coast
... sun was already going down behind the trees. We didn't find Sathane, but we did find one of his sons, Joao, that was very friendly and helped us find a little spot. By the time we had taken a look at the village it was pitch dark so we didn't really know where we had set up camp. Joao brought some wood and we enjoyed a nice fire. In the morning we found out that we were right in the middle of the village. Pomene turned out to be just as lovely and Sathane just as great ...
Good Luck Mikael
... with him to Tofo, before we went our separate ways. After we’d parted I tried to email him to tell me of my plans but it turns out I can’t read French handwriting: computer said 'no’. Chance is a fine thing - it was nice to catch up.
Mikael though had a sorry story to tell when we met up again. His first night in Vilankulo – the night before I met up with him again – he had all his belongings taken from ...
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