Our first wild camping spot after six months without was hidden in plain sight, this stand of trees behind Evan, near the highway. Mozambique.
Getting back in the bush in Mozambique and Swaziland, and getting kind of used to it (1,400 words). Continue reading
Walking around Maputo one must look both down and up. Down at things to avoid on the damaged sidewalks, up at the mix of styles and colours of the tall buildings.
Me: “Meh, Maputo” Maputo: “Whatever.” Me: “Never want to leave!” Maputo: “Whatever.” (1,100 words).