All our trips blur into one…delicious melt-in-the-mouth fresh-from-the-oven hot Portuguese rolls, calm blue sea, fiery sunsets that’ll sink slowly into your heart and memory. Sandy green rolling hills, crumbling bombed-out Portuguese architecture, and the ever near threat – don’t wander too far off the road.
We’ve been diving with dolphins, paddled across to the islands, convoyed back through the game reserve. We’ve been camping, and lodging and hotel-ing (I’m abusing the English language here, I know). One day those hot sticky beaches will have me back. One day I’ll eat those Portuguese rolls again, and the most enviable seafood platters. One day Mozambique will have me back.