SOUTHERN AFRICA 2023: DAY 31 — MOZAMBIQUE
Somewhere in Africa
Another day in our life traveling and exploring the world

Walking along the beach, we pass locals playing soccer in the sand and boys collecting crabs in the water. I wonder if they try to sell them or make a stew from crabs.
Further down, more locals are involved in a different beach soccer game. Lots of laughter and screaming. The way it should be when doing sports.

We decide to head up the little slope and walk back on the beach road. It’s not a road per se but rather a sandy track. Some aunties are selling drinks out of their cooler boxes. We buy two ice-cold beers and walk among the locals.
A guy on his quad comes speeding past, leaving the ground in front of us in a cloud of dust and sand.
It’s Sunday. Sunday means all locals head down to the beach, have a drink or more and socialize with friends. On Sunday nobody has to work and they can enjoy their lives.
A guy tries to communicate with us but his English is too poor and our Portuguese non-existent. The conversation doesn’t offer us much but to figure out how drunk he is.
A few taxis in trike-style drive past and remind us of tuk-tuks in Thailand. In fact, a lot over here reminds us of life in Thailand. The laid-back vibe, the crystal-clear water, the beaches and islands and the weather of course.

We continue the road on the beach when most locals turn in toward the center. We now walk past a small settlement of clay houses with babies playing in the sand. Right next door, a massive mansion.
The poor and rich live right next to each other. The home in the township borders a villa with barb wire fencing and a security guard.



A child races past us in the deep sand. He’s on a bike. Not a scooter. A bike. He’s probably 10 or 12 years old. We don’t trust his driving skills and jump quickly off the road.
A few meters further, two boys are pulling and pushing a wheelbarrow loaded with firewood. One pushes the heady load through the thick sand and the other one pulls on a rope they attached to the wheel in front. They are certainly smart and know to help themselves.
A sign welcomes us to Mambo Jambo Bar. We decide to stop and enter the yard. A very Rastafarian-style bar is built just in the backyard of someone’s house.
We grab two beers and ask the barman if we can head up for the view. He agrees. We walk a few steps in the sand where glass bottles were turned upside down and pushed into the soil. A different but creative walkway.
About 10 meters from the bar are stairs leading down to the beach. We sit down and embrace the strong ocean wind.

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