Mozambique

Our little bungalow on the beach in Tofo.

Where we bought a barracuda for our nightly cookout.  Our friend, Joseph, cleaned and filleted it skillfully.

Relaxing at Mara and Anis' place just down the beach.

Sunset over the peninsula

Barracuda and crayfish dinner- seasoned with fresh lime, garlic,  and onion.

Four of these guys work to push the boat over the breaking waves, one works nonstop with a bucket to bail out water from the leaky boat, how many are the fishermen?

Solidarity with Melissa, Clint, Belen, and Robby, who are also on a beach just to the east/west and north/south of us.

A true classic of Anis (We can't take credit for this one. Mara is the brilliant photographer)

Boats

Making some thatching with the tassel. Fancy.

Ok. The bus ride from Maputo to Tofo was a bit extreme, especially compared to the rather tame buses in Botswana (whose primary adventure is breaking down). These were packed with people, chickens, cargo, the occasional motorcycle (see figure 1). They also served as UPS carriers. Occasionally, the bus would slow down through a village, some passenger would shout something like "Alaina!!!" out the window. Someone (presumably Alaina) would run up to the window and a package would be tossed into her waiting arms. Fun! Not to mention all the cashew, nail polish, and coconut vendors who hawked their wares through the windows at every stop (I'll take it over the gravity defying boots in SkyMall any day). Entertaining, but long. We were planning for maybe 4 hours- this was an 11 hour trip.

Maputo Victoria's Secret.