I approached Mozambique with quite a lot of trepidation as it had just finished a long and bloody Civil War. Even entering the country was pretty scary as I had to get a lift with an convoy which was guarded by the army from the Zimbabwe border to Beira. It was the only safe way apparently.

Mozambique MapApparently there were still around one million landmine's unaccounted for and quite a few AK47's scattered around the Country. I was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by really friendly people who were extremely hospitable.

AK47 anyone!?

AK47Before I set off from Zimbabwe I found out the only way through Mozambique was hitching a lift with a convoy, heavily guarded by AK47 wielding army blokes. This was all exciting stuff until I showed a very casual interest in having a look at one of the automatic weapons slung around the shoulder of one the guards which made them go mad and start shouting at me. I obviously denied any interest in it and promptly jumped back in the truck.

I learned from this encounter never to show an interest in any sort of weaponry carried by the Army or Police (obvious I know, but curiosity can get the better of you sometimes). The Army and Police are a paranoid lot in Africa and in general any confrontation is best avoided. I suppose it's understandable in a way because of all the wars they continuously go through and the fact that they hardly ever get paid. Nevertheless I was to have plenty of arguments with African Army/Police types in the future.

Portuguese...damn I forgot

BeiraFinally after a day's journey through some war-scarred land I arrived in Beira. I was really surprised when I first saw as it had a really colonial and look with Portuguese style buildings in the main area and palm trees everywhere. How stupid of me not to learn any Portuguese. I really wanted to have a chat with people but sadly didn't get a chance to learn much.

Shipwrecks and Jellyfish

JellyfishI camped just North of Beira and spent days wandering the coast. I found loads of fascinating shipwrecks, old and new scattered everywhere on the beach. On one of my many swims here I was about to jump in when a local guy warned me not to swim today. Using hand signals I eliminated that there weren't any Sharks about, so I went in.

I had a great swim for about 10 minutes, then started feeling things bumping into me. I looked closely and started panicking. I was swimming in a sea of thousands of Jellyfish. They were everywhere; on my head, neck, arms and legs. I really hate Jellyfish and panicked big-time. After a marathon crawl through hordes of the dirty little critters back to shore I was rubbing the sores on my body and doing a sort of tribal dance on the beach. The same local guy was walking towards me smiling and shaking his head. He signaled me to wait and came back with some lemons. He gave them to me and showed me I had to rub it on the sores (it neutralises the toxin). It helped loads. We both had a good laugh at me after that. 

I only had a one-month Visa for Mozambique so didn't see as much as I would have liked to. I did make the trip North to Pemba but found it really Touristy so I only stayed for a few days, then headed back to Beira.


Mozambique has had nothing but bad luck over the years with disasters such as the civil war, drought, tornadoes and floods but they were still a really friendly and hospitable lot. 







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