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.
1 comment:
Good memories, Robyn. Planning to have my 60th in Moz.
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