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 ...
