Smugglers Vilanculos
, Dhow Harbour Vilanculos, Mozambique
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Life outside the mosquito netting
... company Nomad which arranges overland trip throughout southern africa, mostly in massive white trucks which stand out wherever they go and make everyone around feel small. There was a black South African couple which were dressed far too well for the upcoming adventure and which turned out to not know how to swim and furthermore didn't really like water. Why they came is a mystery which remains unsolved to this day. The last passenger was a flamboyantly gay guys from San ...
Mozambiquing
... our travels continue, and losing a full page with one fell swoop hurt about as much as paying the $85 dollars. Is it really necessary? I suppose its a way for the Mozambique government to show the American government that they matter. There are now three pictures of my face in my passport: The main page holding my details, my UK visa page, and now the Mozambique visa. We had made reservations for two nights at Zombie Cucumber, a low cost hostel/chalet 100 feet from ...
Snorkelling in Bazaruto
... 50 varieties of marine fish in the area I was snorkelling in. Parrotfish, Tiger fish. So many fish that I recognised from Barry Forshaw's fish tank. And so many more. I spent hose just floating on the water and gazing at this whole new world.
All good things come to an end. When we return to the mainland. I fell in the water but only my pride was injured! Brilliant day :)
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In Search of Sunshine in Mozambique
... of days was disappointingly cold and windy and by lunchtime the skies had clouded over completely leaving everybody scurrying indoors to put on more clothing.
By the third day we were all getting thoroughly peeved at the weather when out of the blue the clouds cleared mid morning leaving absolutely glorious sunshine which then allowed the temperatures to soar to a more acceptable 26 degrees or so. At last…this was what we came ...
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 ...


