sg – ethiopia – south africa
overnight bus (10pm) to Maputo, Mozambique
Bye bye South Africa!
Love overland border crossings, where I step across the imaginary lines to enter a new terrain 🇲🇿
The policemen stop our bus due to (apparent) issues relating to drivers’ documents. We wait for almost 4 hours (😒), stepping out of the bus to soak in the cool breeze.
Awesome hosts and company 🙂
#everydaymozambique We spent our day in Maputo with Luis and Irene.
Maputo has been a wonderful experience with Luis and Irene. Luis was incredibly helpful even before we arrived, asking about our schedule to help us to plan in a way that allowed us to enjoy the city with the short time that we had. He’s funny and intelligent, and Irene is really sweet, and I really enjoyed our conversations and the stories they shared. They took us on a drive around the city, and showed us the various sites, including a newly opened mall and another market / museum, which was very lively. They are a very popular couple and seem to know everyone around :p They also made us Asians happy with the Super-cool arcade game devices (!!) brought back so much nostalgic memories! Hahaha we got a little too excited and they were kind enough not to mind our late dinner :p Maputo is made different because of you guys, truly, thank you for the memories, great conversations, food and time well-spent together. You guys are truly awesome!!
An Intercape bus stop sign in Mozambique.
View from inside a mini-bus. Armed with soft drinks, snacks, bread and others (knives), sellers call eagerly to the buses for their sales.
I have to admit – I found myself staring, almost in amusement, at the ways the women and men were nonchalantly carrying bread with their heads.
Like other SEA countries, they set up their fruit stalls and sat in a row to sell them to passing passengers. What intrigued me was seeing the villagers going about their daily activities, carrying a bundle of sticks on their heads as they walked. I’ve seen women carrying their luggage bags, bread, a ‘bowl’ of soft drinks, and now sticks! It was somewhat amusing, and I wondered about the origins of this practice and how they managed to do so so readily.
Huge supermarket in a gleaming month-old mall.
One of the funniest / worst stories was the one where their teacher spent their physical education lesson time writing a textbook, leaving them to play on their own, and then after publishing his book, made all of them purchase it with their own money, saying it was compulsory for the subject.
Rising past the landscapes of Mozambique as we travelled from Maputo to Tofo, I took in the sights of the straw houses / slums, the shops, the dressing of the people…