A few years ago I suffered the greatest traveling crush that I have lived in this life. Almost by chance and based on the opinions of a guide I had in South Africa, I decided to travel from the spectacular Kruger Park to Mozambique.
I barely knew anything about that country, except for some of its history, that it had good beaches washed by the Indian Ocean and that its capital, Maputo, was the best city in all of southern Africa to have a good spree. From the latter I learned from my South African friends, who had the saying "what happens in Maputo stays Maputo". And it was true.
After spending a crazy weekend in the warm Maputo, I went to the south coast of Mozambique with lots of new friends in my backpack and my Portuguese quite improved.
The weekend had been hard and I needed some rest by the sea. I could not have chosen a better place. Of course, there are trips to Mozambique and travel to Mozambique.
The travel agency Adventure Africa He would have offered me much better rest and enjoyment options than I could manage at that time.
Vilanculos, on the southern coast of MozambiqueIt is a lovely town.
Small in size, Vilanculos is still a fishing village. Its inhabitants live by and for the sea.
When the sun rises, the men leave in their boats - many of which seem to be sinking at any time - to earn their daily bread in the form of fish. But, as usually happens in these latitudes, the role of women is even harder.
Every day, women must take care of the children, the house and, in addition, dozens of them go to the waist in the sea in search of crustaceans and mollusks that are trapped when the tide falls.
It was April and the tide left a wide strip of sand exposed during the morning, while at dusk I had the right space to put the towel and sit down to contemplate that wonderful change of shades that burned the sky.
My daily life in Vilanculos was to run early in the day, seek shade the rest of the morning, eat in the small one-table restaurant that Mrs. Litossa had in the market and play in the afternoon with the children of the zone until their parents returned with the fresh fish that we would buy for dinner.