m o z a m b i q u e


Mozambique, what a raw, undiscovered beautiful place. 
Where the dust is stained red and the palm tree forests line white sandy beaches. 
 Massive palm trees which line the roads high five us as we drive on along the dusty roads.. We pass small villages along the way, each
bustling with dogs, cows, goats and happy barefoot children 
playing in the sand. We stopped at some of the villages to top up on supplies of the local beer, dois M, pou and their famous peri-peri sauces. Windows are open with the warm air rushing in while slow reggae songs play in the background, you tend to loose yourself to the feeling of mozambique.
Out of the car and into the sea. The water is warm and glows an iridescent blue. The salty air tickles your skin as you walk across the sand and the sun gives you warm kisses. The markets are filled with wooden curious, beautiful paintings and sarongs waving in the breeze. The locals carry fish to be filleted and sold to you soon after. Cooler boxes filled with lagostim (crayfish) and camarao (prawns) are brought to you and the negotiating starts. "no no I'll give you special price today, only 1500 meticais."
Diving in Mozambique, a definite to do. As soon as you reach the reef you enter a new world. The only thing you can hear is the reef, the clicks and clacks, and the distant whale songs echoing in the blue. Thousands of small fish hover above the reef flashing silver and yellow and as you swim among them your vision is blurred with fins and small fishy eyes. The reef is covered with coral and colours unknown from above the waves.
A consistent south-eastly wind prevailed for a couple of days, bringing with it a massive swell. A small crowd of surfers had accumulated on the cliffs to watch one lonely, brave man paddle out into the beautiful chaos. He would get lost behind a wall of green-blue glass before getting spat out of the barrel further down the line. 


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