Lilian and I left on the early morning of Christmas Eve by bus to Beira (capital of Sofala province). The bus was very nice and modern, with two levels. We were on the top, which offered a better view of the scenery as we were going. Unfortunately, as always happens when taking pictures from a moving vehicle, my pictures came out a little blurry. We saw lots of small villages and communities along the way. Some with just a house or two, some with six or seven. The huts in the south of the country were usually round. You wouldn’t think there would be a lot of variation in the architecture of mud huts, but the ones we saw further north were quite different, first changing to be rectangular with a roof with two slopes around Beira, and the walls made more often from sticks than mud. Near Nampula, they started having more of a wooden structure showing under the mud and more complex structures (such as having a porch) and have the roof slope at the sides as well as at the front and back.
The trip itself was a good 17 hours, so by the time we arrived in Beira our legs were definitely feeling neglected. We had one stop for a rather unappetizing lunch of fried chicken and french fries and finally arrived around 9 pm. Eduardo (one of our Portuguese friends) picked us up, as he was in town staying with his cousins for the holidays and we would be staying with them for Christmas. We had Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve rather than Christmas Day. It was duck and cod in different casseroles. Then we went back to Eduardo’s cousin’s house and were very happy to sleep.
Where I spent my Christmas:
We spent a very hot Christmas Day (39 degrees!!) at the beach. We went to the nautical club of Beria for a nice breakfast and spent some time relaxing there in the sunshine. Then our hosts had to leave for the afternoon, so Lilian and I took a chapa into town to see a little of the city. Of course nothing was open because it was Christmas Day (or Family Day here in Mozambique) but we wandered around for a while. It seems like time has stopped in Beira. The architecture of the city is actually very nice, but the buildings were obviously built in the 70s or earlier and so it’s like walking around 35 years ago. All of the corners of the buildings are rounded as well, which gives the downtown area a unique look. There is even one building (a bank office) that was built like a castle and is painted pink!! One other note. Most cities have, in their central squares, some kind of statue or memorial. Not so in Beira. There they have a giant Coca Cola!
An example of Beria's nice architecture:
After walking around for a few hours we headed back to the nautical club and watched the sunset over the beach. Then we went back to the house to pack and relax a little before it was time to head back to the bus station for the next part of the journey, which was to start at 4am. However, our bus had managed to get a flat tire. No big deal right? How long can it take to change a flat? 15 minutes? Not when the process is as such: One guy looks at the flat tire. Then another guy comes and also looks at the flat tire. Then they disappear for a while, eventually returning with a tool to unscrew the tire (by hand of course). One guy tried to turn it but couldn’t. Another guy tried to turn it but couldn’t. Then the two of them tried together and couldn’t. Then a third guy tried jumping on it, but still couldn’t turn it. Then the three of them stand there for a long time staring at the tire. Then two more guys join them in staring at the tire. Then they start arguing. Then one brilliant guy decided to go get a long pie to have more leverage and amazingly, they succeed in slowing unscrewing the flat tire. An hour later, we were finally on our way.
This trip was a bit shorter, only 14 hours. Much of the trip was the same, including the unappetizing lunch. The highlight was passing over the Guebuza bridge, which runs of a large river that divides the country and previously forced people to drive all the way to the next province to get around it. Apparently the bridge was being built for about 20 years, but was finally completed a few years back. A little ways after the bridge we started on a dirt road, which lasted until very close to Nampula (the capital of Nampula province).
On arriving in Nampula we were picked up by Daudo’s aunt, who we were to stay with for a couple nights. The next day we went to the Fair where they sell just about everything you could think of. Lilian and I bought some earrings made of the black wood and some shells and also bought a stick of the white wood that the local women make a paste from to spread on their faces and supposedly make their skin soft. It was very crowded in the fair so we were encouraged to be quick. But the prices were much, much lower than in Maputo. The earrings were 10 or 15 mets each (less than 50 cents). After the fair, we went to pick up Daudo’s great grandmother who is 99 years old and probably the oldest person in Mozambique. She doesn’t speak Portuguese, only the local language.
The next day we met up with Daudo (who had arrived in Nampula a few days before us) and we went to the ethnography museum. It is in quite a large and modern building, so my expectations were high, but many of the rooms inside were empty. They did have a few interesting things, like a collection of instruments and examples of ceremonial costumes.
In the afternoon we were off to Ilha de Mocambique (Mozambique Island), which was our final destination. Maputo is incredibly flat, but just outside of Nampula there were some very interesting little mountains. It was not so much a mountain range as a bunch of random peaks sticking out from the earth. It made the scenery much more interesting to look at. We were travelling with Daudo’s uncle, who was travelling towards the island anyways. The island itself is connected to the mainland by a 4 km bridge. The bridge, however, is only wide enough for one car, and so at intervals there is a wider area for cars to pull over and wait for the ones in the other direction to pass. They also put some large oil drums alternating at each end of the bridge, creating almost an obstacle course for the cars having to swerve around them.
The mountains around Nampula:
As you are probably exhausted by now of reading, I’ll put my account of the island itself in a separate post. Take a break, leave a comment, and then continue the adventure!
