From a peaceful journey back home to Maputo.

We woke at dawn and left just as some sleepy monkeys were hanging out in the tree outside the house. Managed to fetch a ride in the back of a trunk to Mbazwana, from there we napped during a rainy bus ride to the border. (I knew I was back on my side as the man stamping my passport asked for my number and the next man checking my passport proposed we get married.)

We took a chapa to Ponta do Ouro and had some coffee and tea as we chatted to some of John’s old friends and said hello to the beach before we parted ways. It was lovely.

I got myself onto a chapa to Maputo and as it filled up, we took for the road. The trip was peaceful and uneventful. (On the way down I saw some giraffes and zebras, this time only gazellas and cows…)

I looked out of the window a lot and listened to music. Before I knew it we were passing the big bridge over to Maputo. The friendly ladies sitting behind me accompanied me to the local bus and at the ever so busy Xicuelene we said goodbye and I made my way through the familiar noise straight through the market, onto my road and in through the gates of home.

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(This story told in pictures.)