Girassol Indy Village Maputo

... him it was an accident, we weren't sure the exact days we would be there, we didn't know it was that strict, blah blah blah. He looked at me, and immidiatly changed tones. "Do you speak engligh? Do you want a dictionary? Do you know the meaning of the word accident?" accusing me of doing this on purpose, I try to use my niave, ignorant cute girl tone...."Well what do I do now?" To my surprise.... "Well we're going to arrest you." My jaw dropped and I could feel all ...

... The rasta-haired driver agrees to take me and another foreigner on to our guest house… for a price not made clear. Too bad he doesn’t know where he’s going. Too bad he doesn’t speak good English. I try to get him to switch to my Portuguese, but he’s not having it; no switching allowed. The guy’s no genius, so I pretty much take over the navigation. When we finally get to where we’re going ...

Welcome to Mozambique... latin feeling straight away: portuguese speaking country, people drinking beers at the terraces, crazy bureaucracy (bureaucrazy!) and really messy immigration procedures which caused me to stay 10 days in the capital city, Maputo, to sort out visa issues. <br><br>It gave me time to learn a bit of portuguese, enjoy the markets of the city, the seafood, the Mozambican crafts, the street names (all named after famous ...

... land met see uitsig en wees sond** die longdrop en stort. 'n Stort en toilet pla tog niemand nie? Hi** kamp ons te lekk** en kui** saans tot ounag om die klett** van die vuur en die kurke van Dirk se rooiwyn. Ons drink aan stories van Varisty en Londen se dae en stof we** and** reise af, vryf dit blink en les die dors daarna.<br><br>Al nadeel van in die veld kamp is jou goed is toeganklik vir enige aap om in te kom krap wanne** jy nie daar is nie. Dus moet als van waarde in my ...

... transmission, doing prevention programs - the whole gamut. Question is - why should PCI go there too? What do we have to bring to the table that these other organizations don't bring? To be honest ... nothing. While there are a variety of things I think we do well (the community side of things, working with orphans, etc) - lots of other organizations do those well also. Maybe better, maybe worse. There is a whole lot of competition for the PEPFAR (that's the ...

... stopped? Hmm, wrong move. On our way back from dinner the police stopped us and demanded our papers. They didnt seem too happy with Francois' comment that they were just down the road in the hotel, " we take you to police station to see chief, you will spend the night in police station and you will be punished". When the femininie persuasion or is that begging didnt work, we were ...

... township they gave me two STUNNING shells and I was SO touched! The boy who spoke english was the perfect gentleman and shook my hand whereas the little meister who sat on my lap gave me a kiss on the cheek and, chick that I am, this just did it for me! We reached the main township again and it was chow time. So we went back to the pestana, ordered a couple of drinks and lay down on the pool chairs....or rather, Carlos did...I swam and took a picture of the ...

... a bit before catching a cab..... and I kept walking... and I walked and walked for just over 15 kilometres along the coast back to Anna's place. I saw babies being baptised in the sea water, men fishing, chatted to a few road-side stall keepers, watched a football lesson for little boys for a bit, picked up a coconut about 2km in and carried it all the way home...just because. I'm not even a coconut fan but it felt right then! Having just had my feet ...

... the waves picked up some height and battered us continuously - after that we went further down the coast to another beautiful resort. It was here that we both experienced our worst scuba diving experience ever - it started of OK as we were in a rubber dinghy speed boat that got us to our destination by climbing swells that were last seen in the film 'Perfect Storm' - I am not joking these waves were huge - as if our ***** had not taken a battering on the truck, now the boats ...

... the infrastructure from roads to sidewalks to buildings themselves is abysmal. The city reeks of garbage and human waste, bringing me back to journeys thru India or more likely even Kosovo in initial days after the war. This is a true shame, and I vowed not to remain any longer than necessary here. Possibly I am not giving the town enough of a chance, but with my limited time I opted to get out of Dodge and fly to Nampula ASAP. Cau Maputo...