Pescador Vilanculos
Beach Road Vilanculos, 258 293, Mozambique
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Life outside the mosquito netting
... before he's able to reach a vein. Turns out that hairy men are more evolved... who knew.
After two days of staying at Zombie Cucumber, we embarked on two day ocean safari. An ocean safari is pretty much what it sounds like, we drive around in the equivalent of an ocean jeep looking for ocean lions and ocean elephants. We woke up early, had a nice breakfast and waited for our pick up. They were a half an hour late because they forgot about us so by the time we got to ...
Mozambiquing
... airlines planes, in this case a british airlines turbo prop. The plane was barely a third full, mostly with middle age white folks probably heading to their Mozambique holiday homes. Other than us there were a few more younger couples heading for sun holidays. For most of the flight, the scenery was a normal semi arid plain which could have been nearly anywhere around the world, but that changed as we approached Vilanculous and the coastline. At first glimpse the ...
Hitch hiking - what's all the fuss about?
... between the two of us, mainly because we both wanted surf and turf, and of course we couldn’t order steak without chips and salad (according to the waiter anyway). The food was amazing and the prawns some the biggest I had ever seen. I even did the tourist trick and took a picture of the food!
The evening was finished bumping into two girls I have already mention previously, Liz and Laura, a Yank and Canuck who seem to be travelling just a day or two behind ...
Snorkelling in Bazaruto
Waking up to sunrise is always special. Waking up to the sun rising in the Indian Ocean and shimmering orange on the water is something else. So, so special. An early morning walk down the beach was therefore compulsory. So beautiful and peaceful.
Unlike at Zanzibar, the waves lapped very gently on the shore only adding to the serenity! After breakfast, we got a ride ...
Traveling to Vilanculos
... 80's. Arriving at Vilanculos was interesting Iy was a Sunday afternoon in the small town of Portuguese speaking Africans. Some were drunk, some were high, some were busy, some were simply hanging around. I spent an interesting hour sat on a kerb people watching. When we arrived at the camp; my jaw dropped at the view of the ocean. My tent door was oriented accordingly!
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