I looked at my bag again, considering another jacket and reminding myself that the weather on the other side of the world will be much warmer than the early winter frost in South Africa. It is mental suicide to pack... Continue Reading →
I ran up the last few steps to the deck in front of the restaurant where the rest of my crew were hanging out. We had arrived the previous night after dark and it was their first glimpse of the resort in daylight. By the looks on their faces I could tell that they were in love with the place.
We ran out of milk, so under normal circumstances I would hop in the car and head for the nearest shopping mall armed with a list of the things we need around the house and a bank card in my purse. Not so in Mozambique. Yes, there are shops in Mozambique and you can get everything you need if you are in town, but that would just be boring and we don't do boring. We headed for the Xai Xai market instead. I have been to the market at Maputo and expected something similar to it - rows of vegetables and a few shops selling everything from birds to hair extensions, maybe a shop or two selling African art... was I in for a surprise!