Home Sweet Home
It has been one and a half week ago that the plane landed in Mozambique. It was night, hot and humid. The people who were picking us up, knew we were there, because the plane was of big size.
The first thing I observed was: Portugese! Oops. I can’t talk Portugese! Happily there are people around who can do a little translation. We then drove to our 1 night hotel. The next morning I woke up and walked to the beach. This was what I saw:
