Since we have moved so far east now, the sun rises really early. It is up by 5 am. So hence, so are we. We have about 400 km to Pemba.the last really big city in northern Mozambique. Day is pretty uneventful. On crossing the Lurio river, thing s start to feel like real Africa. The towns, where previously there were atleast shops etc, are now just mud huts with grass roofs. Also, what is very apparent, is the fact that most people are Muslim. Which is very apparent to me, coming from a very christian dominated society.
Near Sunate, I have a very interesting experience. After buying cokes from a street seller with a small cooler box, and some local bananas from a local vender, and enjoying them in the shelter of a tree, it is time to leave. I searched for a bin to throw the cans away. The locals instructed me to dispose of them onto the side of the road. I couldn't believe what I was being instructed to do. After a number of attempts to show them the errors in their ways, I had no other opt but to turf them into the veld. Was very against my better judgement but then, I was instructed to do so. Africa i guess!
We find lovely accommodation in a place called Russell's Place. We end up taking a chalet. The place is really stunning, and it turns out to be frequented by loads of ex-patriots and loads of South Africans.
After dinner, we meet a guy by the name of Joe. He is actively involved in the conservation of the desert elephant in Namibia. A really interesting guy. I eventually gave him the nickname Idiana Jones. And boy did he live up to it. He chain smoked, drank beer like I had never scene before.
Joe gave us loads of very valuable tips on what to expect, where to stay, etc.
He also mentioned this amazing island we should visit called Ibu, which we eventually decide we will.
Later that evening, I together with Joe, and his friend Rob, get convinced to go out clubbing with a whole bunch on South African expatriates to a night club in Pemba called Brazuca. Place turns out to be a small room in a restaurant/bar. Very up market, although,they have no problem with me the white man/tourist arriving in slops, shorts, and a T-shirt. The music is typical dance music, but since I have not heard any music in three weeks, I really enjoy myself and dance up a storm.
At 2 am, Joe convinces all of us to head off to the beach for a couple of beers. Like we had not drunk enough. It is not long and we all decide to go for a swim in the ocean, you guessed it, naked! And wow, was it stunning! Luckily for us, we manage to all get dressed before the police arrive else, they would have most certainly have had us arrested.
Finally get home, and to bed at 3 am. Thank god, we not ridding tomorrow!
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| Day 19, 2011/05/20 |
I know you are on the bike - but you should have taken it with you.
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