I feel I owe it to my amazing experience in Mozambique to backtrack and let some people know what exactly happened after the tour ended in Africa and life began.
My accomplice: Beth
Our goals during our couple of months roadtripping S. Africa and Mozambique:
1) detox, the lovely tour did a toll on us and our poor bodies: enough with the bad food and good wine.
2) exercise
3)find amazing jobs as barmaids on some idyllic beach on Mozambique's infamous coast.
We were successful in all 3. Our days on the perfect beaches of Vilanculos were as follows:
8 or 9am-wake up to free coffee and tea and the breakfast included in our wage
10 or 11am head to our spot on the beach behind the shipwrecked fishing boat, taking turns floating and meditating, reading and sleeping
2pm shower if there was water that day, eat an early lunch if not
3pm-->11-1am quench the thirst of many tourists and locals (2M, Manica, Laurentina, Savannah and who could forget Tipo Tinto!) earning a whopping 25 cents/hr.
It must have been a pretty lush existence if we were complaining that all of the other travelers had such cool horror stories on public transportation when our were so relaxed and easy. We even sat shot gun one journey because the back was full of Amarula and red wine. You've got to be kidding me! We did get what we asked for though when after politely debating the price of one journey, the driver decided to give us a scare and drive off with out bags, just far enough that we screamed and hollered and hung from the windows. Awesome story and awesome bruise, check check.
We actually had the conversation on one particular wine and cheese night, what was the perfect adjective for paradise. After much discussion on linguistics from an international crowd, we decided that yes, Vilanculos was very paradidicall or paradiceal, however you prefer.
We were living in Paradise AND I got a best friend out of it!! :)
Love you Beth
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